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I don’t like this reality…
I don’t want to face the rat race.
I want to go back to the beginning,
When children were free from care…
I want to go away, far away from here,
Reality escaping, bending to my will.
I want to be free from all decisions…
I want my future to never begin again…
I want t hide it all, locket away,
In my pocket, reality is losing it all.
Out of site, out of mind now, gone forever,
Lost in the place where odd socks go.
I don’t want to face this pain of reality.
Responsibility is overcrowding my mind,
With images for success and fear and future.
But it is all gone; my future is all lost and all gone…
I don’t want to face the rat race.
I want to go back to the beginning,
When children were free from care…
I want to go away, far away from here,
Reality escaping, bending to my will.
I want to be free from all decisions…
I want my future to never begin again…
I want t hide it all, locket away,
In my pocket, reality is losing it all.
Out of site, out of mind now, gone forever,
Lost in the place where odd socks go.
I don’t want to face this pain of reality.
Responsibility is overcrowding my mind,
With images for success and fear and future.
But it is all gone; my future is all lost and all gone…
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Stop and still, child of text book dallying
amid the tip-toe future, you might find
A missive to dwell beyond the thought
Of what to wear and how to be
Of what you once were, I do not know
But the change is wrought when
You let low the blow.
Stop and still, child of the savory fashion
Ripper jeans and tattered tee shirts
Who first loved and lost
But might still love again, the raindrops
Falling on her empty head, which will fill
When she feels, the future is free.
Hey hey, dont worry, it gets so much better. And then you die.
amid the tip-toe future, you might find
A missive to dwell beyond the thought
Of what to wear and how to be
Of what you once were, I do not know
But the change is wrought when
You let low the blow.
Stop and still, child of the savory fashion
Ripper jeans and tattered tee shirts
Who first loved and lost
But might still love again, the raindrops
Falling on her empty head, which will fill
When she feels, the future is free.
Hey hey, dont worry, it gets so much better. And then you die.