Growing up they used to tell me that acceptance was already half the battle won. Now I'm starting to see the woes and arrows, the serial rows of pitfall blasé indifference that burrow themselves just within my reach. White coat formalities and threads of tradition sever the seams of unnecessary quantities and imperative qualities. Coexistent cremations and creations never made so much sense. Then I wouldn't say so much that I'm growing up.. instead, just giving in to the things that I've only dreamed about my entire life. So lets take our oaths and head for the Edelstone undergrounds together. Move in my social anxiety and make home the ways of my determined mind. Yes we are just breakable girls and boys.. but still, that never stopped us before. And this time its for reals.
So take hold my dreaming david
and move on our jesting jy
because disciplines been waiting.. .
