In This Now
The grove stole my soul
and put it on a pathway
to display
the beauty of family.
The roads stole my escape,
and the trains piss me off.
The waves are far too far away,
and each day
is simply a day.
Anger gone to anguish,
the sap of circumstance,
the forgotten chance
to be
absolute.
Carry me home, I want the drugs,
Get the scales, throw the food,
drink the lottery, but don't leave me here.
Go back and disappear,
Go back and appear.
If I give you a smile,
will you give me a job?
Just get on and be sound
with the way I'll be drowned.
This is it, this is it, this is i-t
this is this is this is this is this is
and what.
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