Reminisce (PART TWO)

Spartan

We paint the bark, we carve the trees,

We carve our places, so selfishly,

Our names engraved, our marks in place,

The entire woods, we carve our space.

We devour the hungry, Maslow's law,

We breathe the air, the fire thaws,

There is no order, no place in the earth,

Where there is no fire, but an empty hearth,

Tread your steps with patience, and carve with care,

We need to be buried in places, we don't need to share.