Jack's Diary

 If you were a tree

I'd cut you down

And let the others live

So they could keep us breathing

Build a home to sleep and a wife to keep

Where you once stood

While the leaves spin in circles

And our heads begin to empty

We become one with the fallen branches

Of your demise

Until the memory of you is forgotten

But we will always remember your rotting

We will bury it under our new lives

And never take our eyes off the skies

A man with his people

He feels good inside his head

Normal setting

Usual screams

Getting younger

Feeling the endless flow

In the end we'll all be people