Will money set me free, or just imprison me even more will I give more, or just take more for myself, spend more, buy more how much do I need to live happily, how much do I need to have the twilight breaks and there is no change in my…
There’s this fly trying to get out How ugly it is, flying around trying to get out It doesn’t know where to go How it got here Where it should go Where it should stay What it is Why it is It’s just trying to get out And the more…
Distances shrink, minds wander still, in the heavy marsh we wait For what? We do not know, we do not care As long as there is sugar pie at the end Something to warm our stomachs, from waiting so long and thinking so little
WritingbyJordan 