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This cursor is staring at me But it doesn't understand it's flocking to me Waiting for me to come up with gold But before I do, I have to get old I'm too young to have any wisdom And I'm not sure how to get some Does age define a mature mind? Or is the way you live your life? Writer's block ticks like clocks While tired eyes wish it'd stop Finding hope in midnight thoughts That get lost in parking lots Begin with a cliché and pray That it won't just be cast away Print your heart and make it hurt For rolling eyes are so much worse
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
All I've Got Amongst a Simple Mind
This cursor is staring at me But it doesn't understand it's flocking to me Waiting for me to come up with gold But before I do, I have to get old I'm too young to have any wisdom And I'm not sure how to get some Does age define a mature mind? Or is the way you live your life? Writer's block ticks like clocks While tired eyes wish it'd stop Finding hope in midnight thoughts That get lost in parking lots Begin with a cliché and pray That it won't just be cast away Print your heart and make it hurt For rolling eyes are so much worse
jordan-rowan
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
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