so unreal

try again,
don't try again.
don't try to guess whats in my head

you try to live with soul for awhile,
but you give up with resistance.
the world has far more style,
and soul becomes past tense.

see the world as life playground
don't skin your knees in the dirt.
if you fall out of the tree,
get up and climb a little higher.
but if the tree push's you out,
does that make you a liar?
the grounds getting farther every time,
this time when you break your neck,
does that make you wiser?