Rainfall creates those lonesome, stray puddles
Miniature dirty oceans that live for a day
A paradoxal world between the land and the sky
The flying ones take no notice above it all
Chirping with cheer while they soar in mid-song
For them it’s been a sunny day all along…
They live simple and happy with only short term regrets
I stay depressingly complex, and try coping instead
Flying high, on and on, while I fall with the weather
Is it nature’s imperfection, or you and I in the wrong?
Too caught up in the technicalities
Listening in vain to the sky signs
I don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go…
Simple living has every task turning chore
Patience, she’s there, but Happiness gets bored
Challenge confronts me, inspires, and I’m whole
Life’s backwards for me you know, that’s all
Ignorance can’t be bliss, just a temporary remedy
What ails me is deep, deep in my soul…
This could all be part of some elaborate excuse
My method of madness to escape it all
The girl, Conscience, she’s out on the loose
A parading ghost of thought who loves when I’m down
That big guy in the sky, is he muted or mute?
Drowned out with preconceptions, or has he left town?
Too caught up in the technicalities
Listening in vain to the sky signs
I don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go…
Realization comes and goes with the seasons
One day I may not even need these faux reasons
Backwards isn’t bad, different is all,
Elliott said it’s all about taking the fall,
I can fall and recover, but will I ever walk tall?
I don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go…
16th Street 
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