the sun ties all things breathing, neat knots for man and livestock
a present to be unwrapped daily, not pushed back to bi-weekly
I forget my hands at the end of my arms
so forgive me for forgetting to smile
when I think about thinking my stomach churns
cause I feed on negativity
my feet won't plant in the ground, they're in bed when I'm at work
so I trudge off to my job, not knowing which way I'll fall today
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