Rules Are a Rule of the Past

In the middle of the night
I told you
Take your time
It will be alright
But what you did not know
Was that I was to go
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night

I'll race you to the middle class
Two kids, a cat, and a compact car
We'll take our time
Having a blast
Off into commercial space travel
Because rules are a rule of the past

So while the washer is going
And the tv is glowing
Take your time
It will be just fine
If you think that I'm leaving
Baby, you're mistaken
I'm only disappearing
For a little while

And when our white walls
Surround us
Our weak bones
Will ground us
But if we're judged
By our actions
Then what we've done
Defines us

We all grow tired of hating games
Burning bright like a fading star
But we will find what we're looking for
Just some of us have to go so far away


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I got into this mood that never seems to fall over me, so I had to write this quick even though that's how I usually write anyways. It flew out in about five minutes. I miss clarity. I miss focus. I'm going to chart out so many paths that when they overlap they will spell out the word happiness and I'll leave it at that. I haven't been home in over a week. I just don't think that this emptiness is because of that, but I mostly wish it were.

I'm going to finish my resume and apply for jobs and I'm going to stare at my class schedule and plot out my days and I WILL smile at the future, god damnit. I miss that tree I fell asleep under.