Map of the Mountain

Just bottle it up inside of
your heart
And your bones
will grow
around the hole
Its science
and we all
and we all knew that
as a matter of fact
we did overthink these things
through and through.

Now this was between
me and you
standing ground with a
reflective surface
to drown out the
noiseless
fingers you've pointed around;
we all know who painted
this part of
the town.

We all know that.
We learned it
too fast.
We were taught
to make swords
out of sticks
at a young age.
cardboard kingdoms -
paper crowns