are we the same, can we burn each others ideals to the ground. can we blame the truth of human drama on ourselves. are we breaking new ground are we hearing the sound of our voices echoed as screams. do these thoughts sting your skin like the sarcasm shot from our tongues through our teeth. why are we always aware of the power of gravity when we try to climb. like the way we breathe, we always take for granted the assistance it gives us when we descend. heaven knows just how long we can crawl. i'm done. how can we stand? we are the only answers and we're happy. the only answer is everyone. i want a choice. the only answer is everyone.