Teeth into dust
Grinding in nervousness
Unsure and scared
Exposed and unprepared
This is where he shines
Peace coating the mind
Of a dying soul
Thought it late thought it old
Until the final bell
Change is possible
We don’t walk down wrong roads to completion thinking hey
I’ve already gone so far
Might as well get lost to completion
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Stop
Grinding teeth and ask
For help
Stop
Think about where you want to be
Any place but here
Intimate relations with fear
Loving a dirty blindfold
Wearing it everywhere
Then complaining
Of how it’s so dark
Why don’t you take it off
Oh, well, it’s familiar
Comfortable.