I want the salt water to nullify my wound
And I wish I was a bit more inane so I couldn't feel the world's pain
I really am not that smart, or even less...profound
But I know I'm working with a heart that's sprained
So, which will I be?
I could be nothing or everything
I could make a difference and have a decree
And I could nullify or have feeling
I dream of a pink moon that beckons me
And I wish I could just tumble with the wind
Frolic alongside lemon hill and be free
And fuck the daily grind and have a mind
Life is sobering
There's little room for the gentleness of my soul
But some how, some way I keep on soldiering
Perhaps that's the enlightened goal
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