I’m okay but I’m still stressed
So if you’re asking then that’s a yes
Because the boxes turn in on their edges
I’m a grasshopper cutting hedges
Running with the wolves and lines
Breaking boxes all the times
But whenever I do just that
I get hit with my hitting back
I get stung with my come undone
A legacy of being young
And sensitive by degrees
I wonder will they talk to me’s
Or be ignored again, again
God damn I wish I had a friend
Even though when I do
I say eeyeugh I don’t want you
And push them far and wide away
I still hear what they say
That humans are complex beings
The never trust what you’re seeings
And unfold into the light
I think I’ll choose the dynamite

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