Wednesday, February 26, 2014

As I Sit...

As I sit here and write this
I realize I have nothing to say
There's nothing important
But I feel like I should seize the day

That's what the man told me to do
So I think I should follow
It's only right, right?
But instructions never leave me hallowed

Instead, I become a bitter rebel
Screaming to the top of my lungs
I don't know what I'm fighting against yet
But I'm tired of us all splitting our tongues

So I sit here and write this
With nothing to say
Somehow I just said a mouthful
But it probably won't matter today...

 

 

 

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