Grains of sand hitch a ride on legs and feet
As I’m running to where Me and the ocean meet
I’m not alone either but I don’t care
This is the feeling I love and is why I’m running bare
The way I got here, just skin and hair
And I like it best when I just don’t care
The calendar pages make a ripping sound
As they’re thrown away, thrown out of this house
To remind you that it’s been a long while
Since I haven’t cared what pops in peoples minds…
There’s a freedom gene that grants a wish
Only on his own time when he’s not being squished
In his own world that sometimes seems like mine
he grants me freedom some of the time
And all though it’s only some of the time
It’s honestly just enough for me not to lose my mind
He leaves me after his work is done
He goes back to his world and I in mine
As I wait by the clock for him to arrive
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