You're well off your feet,
And you should be asleep.
In time you'll drift away.
But the thoughts in your head
And the things that were said
Should in time slowly stray...
...Wake up again
and you wish for the rain.
But the World just delivers more heat.
You feel miserable inside
All damaged in pride.
The damned kids are yelling in the street.
There's more anger shown
From the family, barely unknown;
And you hope that they'll leave you alone.
But they continue to press,
And your cerebrum is stressed;
They seem no different to the rest...
So you think back...
To a time better placed in your mind...
Where everyone...
Loved you in kind...
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