High School Low

Seashell thoughts

Mushroom'd dreams

Why do I scream hello

Windy days

Cold dark nights

Dispossession, inexpression

You're no longer august

A psimire may be great

But true value lies in wake

Shout your feelings

To a heartless world

Fight back

The sharks circle

They will take what they can

Unless you get there first

Sleepy smiles lie in wait

Waiting, as a chrysilis

(Explosion)

You're free

But you're no longer you

Changed by cruel voices

Inept observations magnified

You under the microscope

Yeah, the beetle

(welcome to seventeen)

We're all beetles here

We've only just begun

And the sun hasn't come

Five years of darkness

Then the dawn

(I can't wait)

Cotton lifts lightly

Take a breath

Look at the casualties

Of an unending war

Started since civilization

Encouraged by veterans

"Best years of your life"

Looking foreward

Then stark reality hits

Madness, anxiety, depression

Locked in your own cell

Happy birthday, baby