I'm so out of place... I can't wait to find some space. Attention, attention, life isn't a race, so slow your ass down, and go at this pace-- pacing... facing... stressing about life and time... fine.... it's fine. Time... mine... yeah, it's a little like dying... I just keep trying.
But try as I might with all of my might in the brightest of lights, I've still got some fright... about life.
And the worst part is feeling so angsty... so angsty...
So should I turn to cannabis? to violence? would you watch my segment on the 6:00 news??
Maybe I'll just turn to wine. That's mine. It's fine. It's fine. It's my remedy for dealing with time... it's fine. I'm fine.
Should I turn to religion? to baptism? would you witness that cataclysm?
And even if I chose to be a monk, instead of this punk, would I still flunk?
What if, by chance, I managed to pass? Would you give a shit or just pass gas?
So you'll say the word friend right up to the end, just so long as my life ain't shite.
But what if it is? Where will you be? Would you bother to see me, nursing my calamity?
Or is it my insanity... that drives you away? Won't you please stay... just stay...
But what else can I say if you want things this way, I guess I'll just go away,
and keep this chill in my spine... for all of time... It's fine. I'm fine.
It's fine. I'm fine.
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My fav part is the first 3 lines of the last paragraph.... well whatever. I just wrote this in a few quick minutes after class. It has a very hip-hop-esque feel to it... but sammy, I still want feedback.
