Words abound about love and art
And I throw up my hands at the sheepishness of academia
Rebelling at the cause of
Always falling back on the follow
But then suggestions about
Squeezing it in 30 minutes here and there
It's not ideal
but No, I'm not a millionaire either
I have to do what I have to do
And what gets started now can be realized by summer
It's painted in my stars
The words I wanna write the ones in the my head
So what if it's 3AM
It's now or never.
I liked what you said, about it being an excuse
Idealism aside
Let's be real.
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