they granted me wings to survey the heavens
to take nothing for granted and just sing praises
glory be
glory be
honestly
i'm not one to complain,
but i just saw it differently
not these stop and go
cash crops and cattle
parading their virtues
on a miniature scale of macy's
a colony of camaraderie
ridicule of higher power
and why not our integrity?
i had hoped for so much more
glory be
but nothing
i cant even hear myself over their god damn whining.
as the chimneys bare close resemblance to crooked teeth
i was never complaining
i just saw it differently.

older

none wiser

and finally

but unfortunately

being able to accept conformity

coming to terms

more like brandishing an awkward sword

in the midst of all those unhappy endings

I just know

someone out there has it right

i may never meet you

i will never be you

a girl can dream