What doesn't **** you gives you time to be thankful
Appreciating the memories
The times it came to be
Thinking it wasn't that bad particularly
And what you might have had
Wasn't that vast
Reminiscing on what goods gone & what good is to come
Saying all never lose track of what Ive done
Yet you do and you end up in square one
having to start all over like what past hasn't even began
Unfortunate events
Classified in tiles of boxes
soon enough capacity is met
Of carrying your own
Package's of heavy load
So clear the attic of all whats tragic
let it disappear as if it was magic
Open your self to the good of the world
Experience it, like you've never been told