The problem has laid down in the gut
Long enough for me to forget
I was a number in the system
Just getting started
The problem has found a home
Like a toy made from the finest clay
Germane to a soul in purgatory
Plugging away
Here and there, I crave euphoria
Lying on the shoulder of the mountain
Drinking pools of nectar
My mind is a road with no end
I'm going and going and still
Everywhere I go I'm reminded of the past
I have capsized, I have capsized
In a snowdrift
I have capsized
Capsized in a snowdrift
I plan to flourish all season long
Killing my concrete suspicions
I'm crowded like a gymnasium
As the light penetrates me
I'm a translucent sheet
White as a pebble
I landed without my crash helmet
Left my mark like muddy footprints
Got everything covered in grime
I'm destined to shine.
 
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	Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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