Begins.
Bumper cars, the subjects
Careening from rejection
The need to split from familiar mindsets
Bites hard, all over.
50 comes in 4.
Who am I...
The shift is more pronounced
The lens of repetitive living
I actively break.
I'm coming for peace, productivity, and penance.
To build, erect, and combine
All the stored energies of the last 12, and
Flushing urgency down the shitter.
Southwest Lovesong,
Your lyrics are more real now than ever.
I'm paying homage to your existence
The eternally divine.
