your opinion
like fishing
in a stream
conscious of the change
inflow
low to the ground, I sound the sirens
we got one of you
better than never
still tripping on my earache
feel it rush for the front
running out of lies
before it all comes crashing
through the wall so tall
divide my calling to all who cares
you will find me in the open type maybe
clothesline me with your assistance
so I may know the lines of my mind
fine by me
no need for you guys to fight
we're all fine
running out of signs to give you all
me and myself up the steep
sounding like an impossible feat
it's not so steep or deep
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