There is a store in the night
Where you can come in for a stay
And leave without fright

Within this place lays
A dealer whom you can talk
As such is their play;

I remember once I would walk
And ask the dealer for a chocolate bar
During a time where snow was on the sidewalk

They asked for gold bars
I only had a heart on my sleeve,
She waited also outside underneath stars

The dealer noticed my dreams
And handed me my dark light
That would be for my eve

There is a store in the night
That is called Convenience
Where one's wishes become light.

Hey, you, the one laying in that knitted bed
I made a cup of chamomile tea for your throat
I made sure to add 2 teaspoons of sugar
and 1 spoon of honey, just like you like it
it's for your throat; it will help get rid of the pain

Hey, you, don't go to bed just yet, I
need to tell you a story, I will make sure
to make it so awesome that you will be
jumping on the bed and almost take your socks off!

Hey, you, try to look at me in the eyes,
remember how much we laughed back when
we would talk about our nights and days?

Hey, you, don't go to sleep just yet, I
still have so pages to turn over

Hey, you, I hope you have sweet dreams.

I will be honest
I don't really clean after myself
Or rather,
I don't really clean up my things

I always see through blurs and smudges
For I never clean my glasses
I always hear through mutes and dissonance
For I never clean my ears
I always feel through creaks and dryness
For I never clean my hands
I always taste with bitterness and iron
For I only clean my mouth every once in a while
I don't always get to smell the flowers
For I never blow my nose

But I keep it that way
For it is too much work to clean myself
Though this is just an excuse
To say that I am dishonest with myself

This land that I call upon my own
was swallowed by an egalitarian philosophy;
that of which it does contradicts itself
as we know for a fact that not all men are created equal

Even so, since this land that I call upon my own
has been swallowed by this idea,
we have become near-sighted
and arrogant

We believe that this land of freedom
is equal and stable
But with history repeating itself
It seems that this land has died

It now becoming the land of the masks.

I can't help but vent
on how this week went
For the school board dared
Give us all Stress that ensnared

From our hopes of having free time
To our hopes of being able to flip a dime

But worry not, for I have not prepared
So I have dared;
but alas, to no avail
So I will continue trying to unveil

On why the school is so merciless
To those who don't know patience
And to those who are worthless
Hear my inexperience

I am scared, nervous,
despaired, and ambitious

For I will dare once again
To this week of drain

Right now it is currently lunch time
Though how could it be lunch at 12:20 pm?
Well listen here brother
There are more than a thousand breakfasts
That could be missed
But you must never forget
The middle
Unless it is a brother

For Lunch is in between Breakfast and Dinner
Proving everyone wrong
Is what I would like to say
But alas there is a fault in this reasoning
For Lunch is only important
For the fact that you get to hang out
With the

B O I S

now you must accept this flawless foolish reasoning
and turn yourself into foolish wise men
since we are but the
Gaia's Children

Imagine Dying
Could not be me nevermore
smh no way