I'm fed up with sadness and its death toll in this universe. we shouldn't be selling our happiness for third-party daydreams. can't we plate what we want in life? sit down with sunburns that make us smile because we've finally released our worries to the sun and soaked up pain by realizing where the warmth is... realizing there's words that are good and hearts that will merge if we wait our godly time. storms will only trouble us if we fall down on the pavement in the middle of its lash of ugly words. we weren't meant to be spit on. we don't need a chemical compound to change our outlook. force your feet to step outside, for your hands to reach past the glass you've been staring at for centuries, the one that's still foggy and uncertain. don't sell me laughter, don't sell me life. this soul ain't awakened by money or your persuading sciences, no, it's searching to be fed by more than what we've known.
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Written 1/30/15 @ 1:23 AM
Inspired by the lyrics from Nick Mulvey's "Nitrous": my own interpretation
"And if you see old nitrous man selling laughter from a can
Tell him that the dream still fits the plan that's why we're waiting at the table"
