Happiness HeardTime travelin far more than slow. We’re traveling so far To enjoy societys means Of congradulating people On meaning less deeds.Happiness Heard
We’re here on a mission That’s my fission We’re congradulating the masses To send them away. Hopes that their lessons won’t decay.
I’ve been sitting too long. Life’s such a song. The pattern and rhym The rythem and beat It all falls into place Despite what I see.
I try to break loose, Try to escape societies noose.
Things only get tighter, The more I’m allowed To choose
StateCapithole
[one more day]
Wow!
