Give me an alibi for this surprise
This monotheistic disillusion we entice
Elaborating stories that coincide
For several more years we shall fight

Dropping the jar life itself provokes
Think outside the box to lock in hope
A shiny locket inside a locked premise
Scattered around blatant ignorance

Dead,alive,does this give you closure
Your still just a plant in a jar
The more you think,the less you know
The more smudged,the clearer the scope

Broader horizons on the vertical twist
Upside down roses in an elaborate existence
Jars give liars a chance to bargain
Trade-in the soil to receive the rain

Many jars lined up on an anonymous shelf
One labeled soul and one labeled self,
Their special appearance always stood out
One falls to the floor,a voice shouts

It wasn’t me who broke the cage you grew in
Nor was it me who trapped you there in the first place
So don’t blame me for your lost premise
Just because you lock something doesn’t secure it

A hollow wind can easily loosen its foundation
Tearing apart your security and misconceptions
Lessons learned will help you develop a green thumb
Although you should only trust yourself to see it through though

A jar broken is a waste of precious potential
But blaming me won’t save your soul
Because when one falls,both fall
And one jar is worth them all