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A real college experience,
Doesn't have to be hookups and drugs, Or getting high, And smashing beer mugs. A real college experience, Isn't medicating the stress, With alcohol abounding, Until you undress. A real college experience, Doesn't have to be wasted, On the numbness of losing, All the dreams you once tasted. A real college experience, Can't be defined, By society, by peers, Just your own mind.
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In the waiting room,
My patience is tested, Anxiety is abounding, My mind is infested. But soon I'll be out, And diagnosed anew, And the medication will help, Me to get through: All the uncertainty, All the success, All the failure, And all the rest. But, for now, I wait, To be called in, By a woman in scrubs, Who doesn't know where I've been. Nature is an escape,
An escape from society, Which breathes in greed, And exhales anxiety. But nature is wild, And into it, I walk. With caution, with wonder, It is peace, I unlock. But a peace with a price, For now I'm alone, And my will to survive, Is now all my own. There's no deceit here, No politicians, no lies, No easy way out, No cyber-disguise. And into the wild, I walk with fear, And the only way out, Is to find my way here. Be still, and know,
Yes, waters will rise, And rain will fall, From gloomy skies. Be still, and know, We're in good hands, Like fragile seashells, In the faithful sea sands. Be still, and know, We're stronger than rock, With endless opportunities, If only we'd knock. Be still, and know, We may not stay dry But dancing in the rain, Can be fun if we try. The sun sets,
And we forget, The end of time, Hasn't happened yet. The sun falls, And we do too, Only to get up, For each day is new. The sun lies down, And we ask why, The sun's bright light, Must someday die. The sun sleeps, And we all plea, For another day, To live and feel free. The sun may not ruse, For quite awhile, But that doesn't mean, There's no reason to smile. There's so much perspective,
In the world to gain. There's so much to learn, From hope and from pain. A life without failure, Isn't a life at all, For success means nothing, If you don't learn to fall. This chaos in your mind, May never quite cease, But your heart will learn how, To find your inner peace. Why's it so easy,
To be hurt, then delighted? Our feelings are so gullible, And come when uinvited. But if we become blind, To our heart, but not our mind, What have we to gain? And what is human kind? For hours on our tongue, We let hard candy melt, And let taste overcome, All the feelings we have felt. Its sweetness gives us pleasure, But it leaves us wanting more, Of the authentic human pain, That burns us to our core. To start is to commit,
To the great unknown, But to stop is to quit, And to fall off your throne. For knowledge is power, Enough to rule your mind, And if you know too much, You'll begin to unwind. Balance is the answer, That questions all the more. Like, "Is the mind healthier, When you're rich or poor?" I sit and wonder, When the questions will cease, When the answers will make sense, When I'll finally find peace. To end is to stop, Questions and all, So why not begin instead, So we stand instead of fall? |
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