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The Wandering Youth
02:54
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This morning I was awoken by the loudest sound
I felt the force of the earth turning around
Call it an insight, or a dose of madness
A sense of bliss, or something that’s amiss
I just can’t believe that it’s come to this
Wearing a shirt about something that never happened
It’s just a sign of the times
Whatever you can do to pass the time
Whatever it’s a victimless crime
(Coming soon, to a neighborhood near you)
The Wandering Youth
Gathered under Ethan’s roof
In lieu of anything to do
Later in the night our imaginations took flight
Down the fire escape, a quest for respite
Another escape from the madness
A search for bliss, something we may have missed
At least I think I understand this
The answer lies in your favorite off-white brand
The color of Navajo Sands
Keeping us from going mad
In the face of society’s demands
(The latest tribune, a stellar opinion review)
“The Wandering Youth:
Speaks another kind of truth
It never gets old”
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Walking past the alma mater
Thinking back to the days when we felt like fodder
Thinking back now couldn't be any odder
Next thing you'll know, we'll have sons and daughters
Preaching that the devil hath wrought us
But all we do is bare witness to the night
And I'm becoming increasingly aware
There's no reason to put up a fight
All we do is bare witness to the night
Winter took a hike
We are the ministers of the 3 a.m. sermon
Dedicated to middle class suburban men
With too much time on their hands
Yes, Compton Ct. is just around the bend
But our loudest thoughts on politics and economics
Will never be the reprimand
Yes all we do is bare witness to the night
And I'm becoming increasingly aware
We are not the ones who decide what is right
All we do is bare witness to the night
Winter took a hike
Someone surely thinks we are all deranged
Dynamics of conversation all the same
Some people you can just talk to until the end of days
Some people just revel in the strange
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I remember when we bore witness
To another night
It was supposed to be the end of the world
And we can only pretend to be immortal
For the rest of our lives
And the Battle Between Winter and Spring
Caught us in the act of existing
Sometimes it seems the grass is only green
On the other side of East Lansing
They say you can't escape from the past
Well maybe we left it under the walking bridge
Or on the bench by the hiding ridge
Places we have often been
And the Battle Between Winter and Spring
Caught us in the act of existing (I can't believe this is happening)
Sometimes it seems the grass is only green (I think I need a change of scenery)
On the other side of East Lansing
Someone surely thinks we are all deranged
Dynamics of conversation all the same
Some people you can just talk to
Others revel in the strange
Me, I don't know when to turn the page
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A Blank Page
05:15
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Snow is falling down
No one is around
The world is silent save for the distant late night drivers
Godspeed
There is a feeling I don't care to explain
When I can see my breath upon the windowpane
A Christmas display in someone's living room
At this hour only seen by people just like me
Everything is white
Old paths out of sight
One set of footprints will lead you to the lone soul
Wrapped tightly in his coat
There is a feeling I don't care to explain
When I can see my breath upon the windowpane
Streetlight casting my shadow on A Blank Page
Now I know it to be the latest version of me
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