Scratch the surface of a half-embedded,
Armory plated in steel,
Vacuous and empty,
Though the surface appears so real,
Lay cups hands into the ground,
Shovel until your fingers break,
Its a madman's sport to dig,
And expect the outcome won't be the same.
Be the same
You have to pull and grind because,
You've got it programmed in your head,
Nothing worth having was,
Ever gained easily.
Ever gained easily
The splinter lives with comfort,
Between the nail and the skin,
You can't pull it out without gushing,
But it'll atrophy if it stays in.