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She said “boy, you need a shrink
To keep things a size that you can manage”
And I tend to think
I prefer when sighs can do their damage
Tangled in the tall fields
Or bed sheets in a high pile
She calls me "Holden Caulfield"
I catch her in a wry smile
And stutter back a denial:
Sad boy shit is not my style!
Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up
With the typical tempests in tea cups?
At the risk of sounding like a punk
I have long since lost all interest in that stuff
I’m not waging war
On the self-absorbed
I’m just aiming for
Something so much more
She said “boy, you need a drink
To wash out the tastes that you can’t swallow”
But I spill this ink
Cuz that’s not a lead that I can follow
But it’s not among my talents
To take it all in without blinking
I’m just trying to find a balance
Between over and under thinking
And if knowing what the difference is
Could calm my inner wilderness
Good riddance
Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it
Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up
With the typical tempests in tea cups?
At the risk of sounding like a punk
I have long since lost all interest in that stuff
I’m not waging war
On the self-absorbed
I’m just aiming for
Something so much more
Something so much more
But it’s not among my talents
To take it all in without blinking
I’m just trying to find a balance
Between over and under thinking
And if knowing what the difference is
Could calm my inner wilderness
Good riddance
Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it

Written by:
G'Ra Asim

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