FO

They [my children] are so similar
Only kind of
Meaningless
Devoid of the underground
The foundation of their personalities
Without their individualities

So
Why do I cry? Because of their tear drops falling
That's the psychedelia of the mind that reels and strikes down
The size of someone else's ego spilling so much
And it's sooo much energy flowing from this
That I am losing myself
In
Everything that urges me
In
Everything that urges me