Sandbox

Slowly her cheeks deflated She only wants a firm grasp on reality But reality isn't firm, I guess you could liken to gas or liquid but that will never be enough The truth is none of us are grown ups None of us know what we're doing We're all just children fighting over there in a carefully constructed sandbox Over objects or land While everything else around us is Falling apart And we can't even muster enough focus to lift our eyes up and see the chaos Our parents will never teach us we have no control Cause that would be terrifying for them to face We can take it really, but not them They have been doing everything right They are our superheroes, our support system, our tooth fairy Our shelter from the nightmares and bed monsters They are so lost, they are hanging on so tight Money, evictions, food on the table, health These are all just mental distractions From what's really happening Does anyone know the real form of this entire universe Or even 30 percent of what we think we already perceived true? I don't know. Neither do you Scientists don't. Teachers don't. Doctors don't. Parents don't Please please please know that your parents have no fucking idea about anything That is what's gonna save you from the apocalypse