And we'll all too soon be gone.
But we're all still in a hurry.
Even though it all goes so wrong.
And we all want something different.
And we want it all to just keep turning.
We're all just so damn different.
But we all want to be the same.
And it's all so controversial.
But it all comes out to a grade.
And it all goes so quiet
After all being so chaotic
And all the little things, I notice
All these places, I fall into.
And all these people mean something
But all those things are insignificant.
And all the ones that don't do anything
Are all the ones that do so much.
All the things that no one notes
Are all that she can give
And she gives all the things she can
All the words that are said
Are all the plagues of the unsaid
And all the times that weren't cared
Are all the deaths that there are.
J.
