Bustle and confusion
It is these scenes that I have been longing for
But institutions I’m on autopilot for
Promising allowances for cubicle adornments
Wanna dispose of my day dreams
That are with the meadow on the grade
I hope it stays just the same as I recall
These are the telltale signs
Of being torn by living life, by living in the times
The bottled up anxieties from redefining these words like survive
And longing for enlightenment in spite of it, in light of it I’ll tell you
I’m not as calm as meets the eye
Seeing everything as defined by the limitations of what is in sight
Despite the snide prose I’m not condescending not lazy
My dreams just are not in congruence with
How you would have me dream and I’ll
Rest assured knowing I will find myself at peace if not at bay
So when I sit up straight piercing holes through my tongue to agree
It’s proneness to be kind due to my conditioning
Rampant thoughts that fill my mind have led me to believe
I’m not cut out for this town, my feet seem to to have lost their ground
Because it’s a cold promenade, in stagnant shoes that aren’t a fit
And I’ve tried so hard to keep my restless feet inside
It's why I’m leaving in the morning when the fog cooks off the bay
I awake.
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