feeding time

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follow food above my head

hunger owns the world i know

focus short of sight instead

pay no mind of where i go

the temporal chase for what is just out of my own reach

 

wanna try a little more

think about the motivation

hard to not say what's this for

will i gain a realization

i'm not cut to be; i'm not cut to be someone great

 

and maybe i could read a map and run away and follow back

to the place where i started my journey away

'cause honesty is in the air and honestly i never cared

for trying much more than i'd like to say

and maybe i will never stand upon the crass and be the man

giving orders over all this confusion

'cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced

goals i let become the world i know about

 

i'm told to slow myself down

don't get so worked up over time

i'm a quarter gone but already long for moments left behind

how can i be settled when the dust is being peddled

to the air from every side of me

i just need to leave

 

and maybe i could read a map and run away and follow back

to the place where i started my journey away

'cause honesty is in the air and honestly i never cared

for trying much more than i'd like to say

and maybe i will never stand upon the crass and be the man

giving orders over all this confusion

'cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced

goals i let become the world i know

 

and maybe i could sleep in late

and maybe i could learn to hate

being someone you could have looked up to

but all my wanting need to pan off what i lust to what i can do