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Do y'all ever just 

You, adorned with crimson and gold

Toil at your desk every night

Not paying mind to what you’ve been told

“You try to do ‘right’, it’s futile."

You’re always on edge and you strive for perfection with

Planning and measuring every detail

I watch you draw, erase, draw and then black out again

And you never admit wanting fame or attention

You only work hard so your structures won’t fail

Is seeing it finished worth every Mora you spend?

Within every building made with pride

The architect lives on inside

Shining paint, a marble heart

Tirelessly makes works of art

You build day by day

Sculpt your dreams out of clay

But you hopе that your towers don’t fall

So I won’t have to see

The writing on thе wall

Keeping track of all of your mistakes

The penalties heavy, you drown

I come to say, “That’s not all it takes

For your walls to come crumbling down.”

But then you ignore me, advice turning voiceless

As I further tell you to not waste away

Cover your ears and fill your own heart with the lies

Saying “You need to suffer, and starve, cause you always 

Can’t settle for less, need to have it your way”

Cause maybe, just maybe, they’re trying to give you a sign

That with every building made with pride

The architect is locked inside

Walls press in and choke your heart

Any day, you’ll fall apart

I scream and I pray

That I’ll reach you some way

Cause together we can make it through

I will be there soon

The writing on the wall

Every day, we play this game of chance

Whirling through a desperate dance

Sketching visions in our heads

Then you rip them all to shreds

Not once did you share

Pain you shouldered, but bared

Did you notice me watch over you?

I’ve seen all the things your brush had made you do

Now that all your buildings, towering high

Crumble down, you’re trapped inside

Finished ending at the start

Now it’s time to play my part

I’ll come save your soul

As your “right way” takes a toll

And then at the end of it all, I will rewrite your fate

As writing on the wall

(Someone be the Kaveh to my alhaitham)