We found ourselves festering in a falsified sense of security.
8 hours of our day was spent distanced,
making money for a Man who would only pocket it and pursue himself.
Who wants to spend that much time piling up profits in a perverted bastard paroling the entire world?
Because that world was our home.
At least, that world was our home.
But, why not make that world our home again?
What if we took this twisted system of structures and shelters, and intertwined them to break down the destructive drywall that separated us from ourselves?
Home is anywhere you can hang your hat,
and I can hang my hat anywhere on this damn planet.
I won't be chained to my own room, by an army of material possessions.
I won't be tied to this game; owning a thrown in society by claiming a home.
Fuck that.
What's the solution?
This led to confusion,
and ultimately
led to financial diffusion.
Our pockets thickened with thousands of dollars,
we emptied our bank accounts and slapped some blue collars;
we hollered and yipped a the sound of our trip,
it was tremendous, a glimpse
into a future, financed only by freedom,
a vision of friends forced
out of the cages of captors,
only to be enraptured by ourselves
and the silence we'll share beneath the skies,
and stars,
while the constellations constantly
slip like us, across the sky
while we would speed by,
eons below,
following the firmament
while it guided our journey.
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