I get these crazy thoughts, they form the mental block, now I can't see my present, or future. Nothing can free these chains that came to drag me down to the darkest chasm in the broadest ocean. I think I am floating in the stars, and my brains is somewhere locked and filed in that homemade jar. Only if dreams had doors, ones that came and went, and ones that understood to irony I deal everyday- I missed the point in his lecture, and lost his voice in my damned thoughts, his name was Jay. Lessons can come with time, experience comes with practice, but what I have become has all been because of luck- it's just a shame that my luck has locked me out and gone to pot! The haze over my eyes doesn't prevent me from seeing the beauty of life and love, even with my daze I yearn for weeks to come, and with that thought I leave this page empty.
Blank.
Stressed Out
(Shes got a whole lot of disco friends)
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