Ahhh fuck
ima rip my fucking hair out

all this stress is like glare to the brain
stress burning a hole into my equilibrium

damn how can i cope with this again
listening to

all the words of the elders far and wide
wile trying to catch this life in stride

this world unfolds in front of me
to swallow me up or comfort me

what will i make of this
this nonsense

chaos engulfs my body in a photography of
instant flames this game that

destroys all that i no so that i can grow but
weeds all around me so like grass i stay short
and grow slow

but still 2 grow rip these tedious weeds and
broken arms begin to heal then

we all feel better because i have weathered the eye of hte storm
still to conform to this think called life

and its stubborn bulls horns
damn what will i do when all this is threw