What is it I do? Something hidden in text, and movement? My face blurs into static, and the whistle blows indicating the race has commenced! How could this be? I am without preparation or the will to use my legs! I run, for what seems like ages, for this feeling of infatuation. It burns inside me! This fox I know drives me crazy, yet she hides away in her northern den. I must travel down the same route, and retrace my past footsteps. My transportation lays out of commission, it lay unpurchased, unknown!
This teenage crush! Oh, how my heart is skipping to a divine beat! This summer I make a change and pack my things to begin my wondering in the terrible heat! I can only continue this biding for time and pray I don't snap from the nervous twitches. No longer shall my talent rot in this trapping graveyard( home of the largest Vietnam vets without homes). Laughing will come from these lips once again. My mind is somewhere else, just saying it's a good thing I know where it's at!
Stressed Out!
(I just can't get enough!)
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