Clunk clunk clunk
Excuses excuses excuses…
Bisyniss, tired, death…
Dive right in, and try to get it done, but my heart still floats away, not tethered to the stable rock I normally am.
I hope after my room is clean, my desk out, my homework reorganized, blah blah blah!
Clunk clunk clunk
Excuses excuses excuses
Will I ever be myself again? Or is life just filled with excuses? No of course it isn’t… its full of joy, beauty, and hope…but sometimes my hope is just as small as a mustard seed…
Excuses excuses excuses…
Bisyniss, tired, death…
Dive right in, and try to get it done, but my heart still floats away, not tethered to the stable rock I normally am.
I hope after my room is clean, my desk out, my homework reorganized, blah blah blah!
Clunk clunk clunk
Excuses excuses excuses
Will I ever be myself again? Or is life just filled with excuses? No of course it isn’t… its full of joy, beauty, and hope…but sometimes my hope is just as small as a mustard seed…
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