This Strange World
This strange world is bellowing my name.
This sad world is dapening my game.
I look through it's strange eye's and cannot figure her out.
Turbulence making her mind a blur, like an intoxicated person at the bar.
Black outs, and no light at all.
What is there to know, no knowing at all.
I.Q. of zero, I want to reach the top.
Mind of a child, that wants to reach full growth.
Slow down don't go so fast, I'll have to knock you down.
Maybe a peg or two.
Don't rush your youth, or adulthood will take you before your ready.
You act full grown my lovely child, just wait. You'll have your turn.
Not so splendid as it may seem, I have been there, I want to shrink into child
substance.No more growing, I want to stay neutral. Do you feel growth inside?
Are you getting taller, that soul of yours has gotten so big.
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