Broken umbrellas & sturdy desks Making no distinctions for the loss of time Sketching out all the possible plots Willful heartache remains the worst kind of crime
Put away your stencils & fountain pens These days call for someone to be original & bold Toss aside oaken casks of yesteryear’s notion This world isn’t ready for those who shattered their own mold
Tea cups & china dolls should stay by the wayside They won’t last long out here if they can’t put up a fight Early days already simmering, making my coffee feel cold Survivors must gather; let love be the fruit by which we write
Returning to simplicity
Tossing out these fledgling fates
Stunted growth increasing these days
Hindered by our technological rates
I don’t want to watch my soul wilt
I want to break free & soak up the sunshine
I’m through with this culture of victims
You’ll hear the dial tone & know its mine