i'm not giving up, i'm just giving in
like a ghost in the world you're just living in
i'm not taking out, i'm just taking in
all those words you're just breaking in
i'm not standing in, i'm just standing on
that soil that you're just not landing on
i'm not sitting out, i'm just sitting in
that train that you're just not getting in
i'm not living up, i'm just living down
thankful to the gods for just giving ground
i'm not dying out, i'm just dying in
a world that i should be just flying in
i thought about joining the crowd and writing about poets, poems, and poetry...then my muse cut off my hands and typed this
i try to write things that dead poets might read, but Poe said he hates poetry, and the rest agreed