Quick Trip
It's in this very moment
That I question al things
Nothing feels right
Is it selfish or selfless
The pit of my stomach
Do I speak
Or only when spoken too
What are the rules
Who do they apply too
Day after day
I supply myself
No rules
If so I'm breaking them
So why do I feel an air
Like I gotta take
It's slow
Times up I already know
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