"Look Mom, I'm on TV!"

I am swollen with juvenile curiosity,

Exploding with raw and apathetic motivation

An eclectic vessel of information who sets sail on a stormy night, wrecks on a sandbar of conformity, and covers it's sails with grid line mediocrity.

With hollow perceptions and academic conceptions I feel sleepy every day

And in this sleep my thoughts speak to me in tongues

Wearing masks and removing their clothes

They dance for a dreamt reality as their dry mouths crave nicotine to replace their pacifiers

They lead me to an enhanced process of acceptance and referral

To sin and to weep while strung up by their ankles

With punchy bass lines and elusive space crimes they construct a galaxy in which blindfolds are donkeys and you must pin them onto each other

This is where we are

This is where we could be

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