I guess I'm delving in my feelings tonight as I write this poem it storms outside and that gives me no fright anymore but it did before
I swear I can't travel through life's Boggy Marshes anymore
Now don't get me wrong I'm not ending my life
but I do wish that It didn't have all the strife it's like everyday I'll wake up to a new struggle
everyday I wake up happy until somebody bursts my bubble
I guess that's why I loathe humanity at large even the bear necessities of living require some kind of charge
I mean if life's an ocean and the rich are on a barge
then me and people that share the skin I'm placed in must be the barges ****
I guess we'll get nowhere wishing we have to make changes
and there's no simpler way to explain this
then get up and get out and make some progress
and maybe the world will be as perfect as a summer recess