i have an exit plan. hush it's for emergencies only I'll never use it who knows? but I'll keep it there gently now- a building shy of too short a secret resting low in my pocket a couple of pastilles bright in the palm of my too-steady hand
the departure may be too sudden- barely a breeze and a sigh before I leave- but I rest assured that my mind's ensured by the choice the exit my desired desire path
for if it's ever just too much and tired becomes too weary to smile i know I'll have the choice to take a little time and sit in front of my exit for a while
i don't think anybody sees it in my eyes it's probably why all those others will cry but I'll be safe and sound- Yes, but it all comes 'round! and im not that selfish of a guy
so I'll cradle my exit to my chest ill grit my well worn teeth and do my best ill struggle through and ill trudge through the rest and ill smile, smile, smile, and laugh with hateful pleasantries and pleasant hate a bright new day to exacerbate the itch of joy and the soreness of pain and once in a while the heavy rain
and when my fingers slip from the weight of it all I'll keep smiling I'll keep laughing I know that there's an exit,
finally came back to this site. if nothing else, it's a good place to store my poems.