I've been reading lately(mainly Catcher In The Rye, Go Ask Alice, Like The Red Panda, My Antonia) and i've been blocked up writing wise. I tried to write something and came up with this, you be the judge. Allthough no one will really judge it. That part of us A shape of carelessness and things we thought were different Our worried tics and the habitual changeless once we entered fuss A unadulterated plainly lit picture for everyone to see was fluent There was something better than it we see The accident and the repeated injury Lets be caught and get away from the noise Shoot the breeze in the meadows and maintain our poise Impulsive for only it and cursive when we take down the barrier City catches people and puts them in their place more than often We broke our values and named the dog killer Need to put the optimism off and see the poison More than a shadow Less than catatonic but characterized under lost We return to the position that we had grooved Find a rendition of what they ostracized for the cost A place where they sold it had moved Throw ourselves down to the patch where it grows Cant get it in a magazine or down gold avenue Big life was unfair in taking our share and leaving us to our blows It made us selfish with it and we both knew , yeah we both knew