complain like a pirate day...arrrrgh (see what i did there?)

i feel like i'm forever, because i keep unwinding
i feel like i'm not clever, because of all the things i don't win
i know that i'm like clockwork, because of my nervous tick
i know that i'm like grass, because from the dirt i come and will wither and be gone from here

home is where I long for.
there are too many injustices, and not enough time to explain precautionaries to missionaries.
black and white, hot and bitter on top. cold, sweet liquid underneath...shot in the dark-suprise.
cover me in words, because the silence is nude.
i'm hiking up a mountain, to get closer to space, to see the lights that have already exploded.
i'm withdrawing from everything, to be nearer to You, specifically.

i'm over bureaucratics, and passive aggressiveness.
if you want something said, then look me in the eye
or else, you're a coward, and have weakness all over

it's filling up your bathtubs, and dripping from your eyes.
weakness; completely different than meekness.

these are my twisted words...


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