Into It. Over It. - The Focus, the Compass, the Contract in Hand

What should we do when what’s right and what’s wrong are the same exact thing? What do we do? The grey scales the pay scale. A personal hell. I’m restless, taking the fall as we remain unresolved. Sleepless, talking to walls like we’re all unresolved. What can we do? I’m faceless. You could barely pick me out in a crowd. You could hear me loud and clear if you weren’t speaking so loud. Negotiate the terms and we’ll consider. Talk to me. What’s there to lose? The focus. The compass. The contract in hand. What could we do? We’re all held to the chest while still showing the hand. Talk to me. Let’s renegotiate what’s mutually beneficial. Let’s bury the past and move on because that sure is a long way to travel just to say face-to-face that you’re wrong.

Written by:
Adam Beck, Evan Weiss, Joe Shadid, Matthew Frank

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