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my feet meet the ground
thud
i wish a was lower
beneath the pavement
beneath the gravel
that holds us all up
and keeps us from falling
through space
through everything that makes us who we are

i'm held down
as a bug
under the thumb
of life
of responsibilities
of what hold us all down
under pressure

but this time
i'm not fanous
and in three weeks
this is not going to be a hit record
no one
especially me
will prosper

i want to sink
beneath this surface
and find another sky
weightless
this ground clings to my feet
glued to my skin
unable to let go
and no one will tell you
at least not out loud
that this ground bought us

when we were born
it owns us
as we grow
and it collects us
when we die
a wise investment

i want to sink....