I hear the screaming,
I yearn for leaving,
So I walk toward the chaos,
The chaos that preys on us,
Depressed but getting better,
But the hatred pulls be back under.
I admit I haven't really tried that hard,
But how can I when all my attempts are barred.
So I look at this beautiful nature,
The kind they can't show you with a teacher,
Trees blowing in the breeze,
The pollen making me sneeze,
This is a great getaway,
From all of life and the stress that it will cause,
It has a way of putting the bullcrap on pause.
