2nd Art/Rant Book

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I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate,
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire, my time today.

I have these thoughts, so often I ought,
To replace that slot with what I once bought.
'Cause somebody stole my car radio,
And now I just sit in silence.

Sometimes, quiet is violent.
I find it hard to hide it,
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream, reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream,
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me.
I'm forced to deal with what I feel,
There is no distraction to mask what is real.

..I could pull the steering wheel..

I have these thoughts, so often I ought,
To replace that slot with what I once bought.
'Cause somebody stole my car radio,
And now I just sit in silence.

I ponder of something terrifying,
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence,
One thing consists of consistence,
And it's that we're all battling fear,
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here,
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound.

There are things we can do,
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do,
Peace will win, and fear will lose.
It is faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake,
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive,
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think..

I have these thoughts, so often I ought,
To replace that slot with what I once bought.
'Cause somebody stole my car radio,
And now I just sit in silence.