this old world will still spin without me anyway
the heart that beats in my chest does not want to fight anymore. if you do you will have to do it without me. i dont want to spill ill will or pain on anyone. enemies most certainly included. if they choose that role i will turn the other cheek. demeaning language toward anyone. over exaggerated hyperbolic speech. and the glaring lies of those who are always right and those who are always wrong weigh on anyones soul who listens to them. i wonder why more people cant see that. and why it took me so long to.
over the old oak
the big dipper winks at me