Every dream conceived inside my brain
Compared to my bank statement and my age
Should leave a pit in an optimists stomach
And fade all their positives away
Growing up in a 36 square mile grid
In the southeast corner of a mitten
A prize package of drama and rumors and arguments
I'm too old now to give a shit
This life shouldn't be defined by punching in and out of time
Just breathe and race your heart
And don't rewire it from the start
Only moving forward gets you far
This damned winter we all share it drags on too long
Like the numbness and the rotten seeds found in top 40 songs
A summers breeze placed effectively can adjust its course and mold to your body
Round your curves and your geometry
It's a thought like this that makes me sing
Misguided by the glow of fireflies
The clockwork of their design and grace with which they fly
Don't lose your sight of how you feel inside
Soon summers grasp will hold you tight
And you will feel alive
This life shouldn't be defined by punching in and out of time
Just breathe and ease your mind
As we watch this winters life slowly shorten breath and start to die
And i wont feel the slightest bit of sympathy far and wide

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