Pockets - LooM

How can we define what we hold so dear

Solely on a scale of monetary gain?

So easy to place hands inside our pockets

Put our worth in our pockets

How can we deny that which we require?

It’s keeping us alive, while cheating our desire

Please don’t feel sorry for us as we embrace aversion

Pushing envy into the back room

The days expire as we yearn to possess

That which will never fill our lungs

It starts a whisper slowly shaping envy

Denying patience and keeping us in time

The shaking hands, desperately constructing a flawless haven

Undoing our intent

How will we ever feel our lungs when our

Pockets overflow with fiction?

We’ll never feel our lungs when we’re buried in pockets

We’re buried in our pockets

How will we ever fill our lungs?

How will we ever feel our lungs?