Rituals and castles, they remain only to help us remember
Who came first and who comes last
And whose sleeves we need to roll up

We lost all momentum to cotton-stuffed dolls and constant 
irrational laws
A phrase like “the first step is denial”

Make room to work

You speak in sighs, you woman of walls
Or so you've been rightfully called

Make room to work

fuck it up
(insecure at last)