Too many books on my reading list
Too many art projects that I’ll have to miss
I’m not ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though there’s lots I want to leave behind
Not too excited for the dining hall food
Not to be rude but I’m enticed more
By main courses of school
Academic entrees (gourmet)
I gotta say it sounds great
To replace, erase, renew the tray
Embrace the gate to fate
Await the weight of inspiration
Gotta revamp all my playlists
Leave behind the complacent, latent
Cowardly dudes who
Never made a move
And all the ones who did
But couldn’t ever read my mood
I didn’t spend my days at cafes
Reading Sartre, making art
I didn’t write down all the
Songs that I’ve had
Swimming in my heart
I didn’t memorize the red line
Didn’t keep it in my mind
Didn’t find my inner peace
In the way that I had designed
(1:15) But I revived in rest
And did my best
To keep up with my quest
To clench the nest of inspiration
Lest the birds escape, impatient, waiting
Fading summer
Aching heart
I hate the way I say
I can do it all before fall
I didn’t learn the city crevices
And wander, lost in thought
I didn’t saunter till the break of dawn
And reach my Camelot
But I cooked, I prayed, I danced
I made that money, babe
That money, hey
That sweet, sweet honey!
So many books on my syllabus (yeah)
So many art projects that I’ll have to skip
Feeling ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though I know I’ll soon be missing that time
The golden leaves that spiral
Graceful, subtle in their fall
Call my name
And whisper secrets
When I dance, I hear it all
I make my way to
My favorite space
I say okay
Imma just stay
For a bit
But I sit
Don’t quit till the moonlit
Wit dissipates and I fade
Swayed by the weight of my eyelids
I bid this island of silence goodbye
Transported back to my century
I step away from revery
I’m back to the future
Back to life
Back to reality
Back to ice
The daily grind
Can wind my
Peace of mind
Into a
Knotted vine
Not advised
I’m alright, though
I’m alive!
And life is divine
So many books on my syllabus (yeah)
So many art projects that I’ll have to skip
Feeling ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though I know I’ll soon be missing that time
Too many art projects that I’ll have to miss
I’m not ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though there’s lots I want to leave behind
Not too excited for the dining hall food
Not to be rude but I’m enticed more
By main courses of school
Academic entrees (gourmet)
I gotta say it sounds great
To replace, erase, renew the tray
Embrace the gate to fate
Await the weight of inspiration
Gotta revamp all my playlists
Leave behind the complacent, latent
Cowardly dudes who
Never made a move
And all the ones who did
But couldn’t ever read my mood
I didn’t spend my days at cafes
Reading Sartre, making art
I didn’t write down all the
Songs that I’ve had
Swimming in my heart
I didn’t memorize the red line
Didn’t keep it in my mind
Didn’t find my inner peace
In the way that I had designed
(1:15) But I revived in rest
And did my best
To keep up with my quest
To clench the nest of inspiration
Lest the birds escape, impatient, waiting
Fading summer
Aching heart
I hate the way I say
I can do it all before fall
I didn’t learn the city crevices
And wander, lost in thought
I didn’t saunter till the break of dawn
And reach my Camelot
But I cooked, I prayed, I danced
I made that money, babe
That money, hey
That sweet, sweet honey!
So many books on my syllabus (yeah)
So many art projects that I’ll have to skip
Feeling ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though I know I’ll soon be missing that time
The golden leaves that spiral
Graceful, subtle in their fall
Call my name
And whisper secrets
When I dance, I hear it all
I make my way to
My favorite space
I say okay
Imma just stay
For a bit
But I sit
Don’t quit till the moonlit
Wit dissipates and I fade
Swayed by the weight of my eyelids
I bid this island of silence goodbye
Transported back to my century
I step away from revery
I’m back to the future
Back to life
Back to reality
Back to ice
The daily grind
Can wind my
Peace of mind
Into a
Knotted vine
Not advised
I’m alright, though
I’m alive!
And life is divine
So many books on my syllabus (yeah)
So many art projects that I’ll have to skip
Feeling ready for the summer to wave goodbye
Though I know I’ll soon be missing that time
( Audax the Damsel )
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