![]() It's a matter of heart, always feeling from my heart But what happens when my heart falls empty? Routines, stability, all these necessities Battling the whim I wish I was. Sometimes I drive down the road And I grow jealous of that tree that leans. What a simple path. Planted, grow, stand, fade away. Sighs seem to be only thing that I speak these days. These sighs of aggravation, of letting it go When half the time I just want to scream But it never solves anything Except an adrenaline release off my back. Steps forward only to cartwheel back And I am tired of keeping my shit together But I will never walk away from my pieces that seem to always be falling. We complicate for no reason When we could just be a tree and just grow. We throw sticks at each other to cover up the pain we feel when our own break But it's not anyone's fault. We're all just a little bitter. I want their to be easy answers, clear lines, definitive decisions But I also want to fuck off, too. And finding this balance between is deafening. Why can't I live my life like hand draws that line? Freely and without expectation. These small moments of reprieve become not enough little by little. I say tomorrow will be better. It's always better, just get through today But how many todays have I wasted with that statement? This struggle of just getting through the day, Of counting pennies to steal from Paul, Of grinding it out wear me down And yet I keep going. I keep going because she's looking, Because he's looking, Because I am always looking.
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