I'm ranting, I'm raving, I'm saving the day
I'm stalling, stone-walling and begging for rain.
I'm failing at hating and I must say
Tomorrow'ed be great, if not for today.
I laugh loud and cry soft though it's all in my head
I feel much and express little to increase my street cred'
I'd love to shoot bullets if they weren't made of lead
Tomorrow'ed be great if I weren't already dead
It's been 13 years since I made a rhyme
and I think you can tell I read Shel Silverstein
I like to tell more but I might get out of line
When tomorrow I........can't think of anything that sounds good here....oops. Guess I didn't really think things through....uh.......so you can, eh, go do stuff....thanks for whatever it is that just happened here.
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