If we could all agree to lettin'
Our souls become free of that sweet
Bitterness then whose chest would
Have the most seeds?
I keep misfocusin' my needs
And this stress on my back
With them caps they be blastin'
Into my knapsack
Ain't no accidental deathtraps
My mishap is the fact that
I'm destined to snap
It's when I feel as though my body's
Able to go my mind is ready to flow
Did you know first you catch
And then I throw
It's my own sense of time
If I'm late it's 'cause I'm endin' my day
Just when the sun shines
And still gently advising the arisin'
Of the moon as it rolls around
Into my soundproof dimension.
That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose.” - J. D. Salinger
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