I feel
like, I feel like
I've
come to this age
Where
I've got to share
I've got
to know
What you
think, why
You say
what you say
When I
say what I say
I feel
like, I feel like
Like
drinking every drop
Of
dazzling pop and quiet cool culture
And telling
the world and telling you
Everything,
every thought, every term
Every
vowel, every word, every- WHOA.
Now that
my tongue's had enough
My head
says, 'Hush'
And then
I join in this lay game
Where we
all shut up
Some for
a second, others for a lifetime
And I
don't speak and you don't speak
But
we're still shouting so loudly
And we
try to see who can figure out
What
we're saying, and what a laugh!
Because
we're sharing alright
We're
just not sharing aloud
So it's
always going to be before sunrise
Where we
think it's healthy
To rebel
against anything that can be fought
And
we're going to talk and not talk
And yell
and spew on every surface through every medium
And
we're going to share and share and share
Before
the great green god of greed
Swoops
down on us all
And
sucks away the passion
And
sucks and sucks and sucks
Till
he's drunk with it all.
So we
have fat bundles of green
But the
anger and zest and the electricity
Have
been shelled, peas no longer in the pod
As old
with lines as we become though
We'll
learn to talk and share and smile and scream
But in
careful compartments, unlocked for the
right one
The
right one who remains the written one sometimes
Or the
written off one
I
digress.
See?
As we
grow old with lines
The rant
stops in favour
Of
taciturn tact and
Telling
everyone to get along
Instead
of being the one told to shut the hell up.
It's
gonna happen, and it will and there's no fighting
I'll
become crows' feet and quiet thoughts
Worried
responsibility and rare laughter
But till
then, oh God, till then
I'm
going to scream
Till
Till
Till I'm
red in the goddamn face.
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