There's a million who like to party.
There's 2 million that like it dirty.
There's a couple billion who want none of it.
And just sit.
But only you wants no label or lid.
Like I can, a sharp edge, that we look past.
Pops out of nowhere
Drawing blood
Upon a day you took with a
Puff
And a
Shrug.
So I'm not sure if we have individual purpose
Or if life is one big one, to blame as a whole.
But either way,
I haven't found it yet.
So Im going to chill
And make friends
With my
Soul.
