Libs - Boulder

A little bit older
Minimal rain checks
Chip on the shoulder
No chip in the brain yet
Tricking a soldier
Like fixing a train set
Kicking a boulder
Collecting a paycheck
Breakin even if any
Take it or leave it
Reaping the bennys
Make it strategic
Heave it if heavy
But easy does it
Make it comedic
They'll eat it up
Feeding puppets their own
Buttons, strings and fluff
You are what you're eating
Eat your heart out
Let your guard down
Fatigue is a leak in the bucket
Large crowds
Speaking in public
Sleep is the cousin of dark clouds
Forming far down deep in the stomach
Now wear your scars proud
Heart on the sleeve
Bringing the ruckus
Hard to believe
I'm even bringing it justice
Went from being reluctant
To seeing uptick
In being productive
As it often is
They say it comes with
The freedom to jump ship
Off the grid
Never needed a compass
Cross the bridge when we get there
Office and desk chair
Economics of despair
Over being above it
Breath of fresh air
Peak and then plummet

Written by:
Eric Libby

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