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Its time to get a job
Its time to make a change
Its time to rearrange
No excuses left to sit and fret
No time but now
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| last night i heard someone talk about how most people they know with average jobs need to pick up a second one to be financially secure.
thats not a bright looking thing |
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| when I figure out whats going on
and I round this corner
I will be happy
and I will never look back again |
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| liquor would be lovely
Beer would be beautiful
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| and im watching a thin film of smoke stretch over the air
theres that weightlessness that I desire
to dance as freely as a fire
spread into a midnight sky
and weave myself existance
assimilate with the vaccumm
the void
viewing the biggest astroid
I could ever see up close
on top of these waves
I may feel depraved
that Im not everywhere,
and even further
Im not anywhere
but my apartment
on the most projectively gorgouse
time for autumns unfolding
making me feel nothing but inactively ugly
as I watch a taunting dragonfly
that mirrored that quirk again
resting mockingly on the corner of a book
that mirrored what I think was something
like my self coming alive again.
yet chained to this desk
with what has phsyically boiled out to be me.
as minimally need they may be...
I can never move free
with the rythm of the sea
living less restrictively
upon a dawning stillframe...
I wont disperse amongst the breeze
I think thats what Ive been meaning to say...
Thank you super long poetry class dealing with sound |
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