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Mute

time washes over me one day becomes the next i go through the motions and mute my brain money becomes the goal and i only move to attain it no thought required now i trust in my acquired instincts life is boring, but i don't know any better i've been in this rut much too long to succumb to boredom part of me fears i've lost another part of me and exchanged self for something i cannot name who am i? who can say. where am i? if i only knew one leads to the other like a string to a kite or a cord to a lightbulb or a seed to a flower i cannot grow i cannot move i cannot change until i find it

Blah

what to say when the words have no meaning what to do when it's all an act who to be when faces are smooth and eyes are blank and hearts are empty i have words devoid of meaning i have sounds which fall on deaf ears my tongue incapable of conveying meaning all that i have to express myself is an empty heart blank eyes and a smooth face

Balloon

class in 7 minutes i don't want to be there i don't want to be here where can i go? what good would it do to change things? what makes shaken better than stirred? gradual change is no change at all. upward mobility is nothing if i've got to take the stairs. words are irrelevant if they're foreign legibility and comprehensibility does not eliminate reprehensibility. i do not lack passion i love, a little, sometimes but never enough. the love that flows in is never matched by the flow out and i will explode i need an outlet. popping a balloon makes lots of sound and destroys the form yet disperses the pressure

Pack Rat

why hold the past when the future is ripe with possibility? why hold rotten fruit when the tree is ripe with possibilities? why hold possibility when accomplishment is there, waiting? why stand here when feet move and i ache to run?