Where Are Your Values Now?

Motherfucker

You seal it shut before it can breathe, stamp it “true” so it never has to move—

no strain in it, no pressure, nothing pushing back, just a clean answer you don’t have to prove.

It sits there, finished, untouched, like it earned something—

but it never fought for it, never bent, never risked collapse.

You cut the doubt at the root, kill it before it even thinks of forming,

call that clarity—yeah, that’s the part that gets me.

Everything you hold is already over with, already decided,

and you wear it like it still has life in it.

I can feel the absence in it—

no resistance, no depth, no reason to keep it standing

other than you said so.

Nothing challenged

nothing changed

nothing real enough

to stay

Go ahead—say it again like it means something

like repetition gives it weight

like saying it louder keeps it from breaking

you don’t even feel it shift

you just hold it there

force it to stay the same

and call that control

Shit

Where are your values now when the pressure finally hits?

When the shape won’t hold and it starts to slip?

You freeze it in place, don’t let it exist

outside of the version that you insist

No space for it to evolve, no room to distort

you flatten it out till there’s nothing to support

no test, no trial, no reason to adapt

just a closed loop thought that you keep intact

Where are your values now when it all feels thin?

When the cracks show through and it caves within?

You smooth it over, erase the divide

then stand in the middle and say it’s defined

But there’s nothing there—no weight, no core

just a habit you keep repeating more

and I swear it spreads, this lack of intent

like a system that chose to never prevent

anything—

just let it pass, let it build, let it stack

till there’s nothing left that can actually last

Say it again motherfucker

say it again (die fucker)

say it again until it feels like something

until the structure stops shaking

until the gaps stop showing

until you don’t have to think about it anymore

but it’s already gone

No interruption

no response

no moment where anything stops

and turns

just a slow drift

into less

into nothing

worth holding

You don’t move

you don’t question

you don’t break from it

you let it settle

you let it spread

you let it hollow everything out

no urgency

no reaction

no reason to act

just sit in it

watch it fade

call it fine

Motherfucker

Where are your values now bitch

when there’s nothing left underneath them

when everything you held in place

never had to hold at all

Motherfucker

Motherfucker