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Parked Mailbox

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She said "I ran into a parked mailbox," just a joke
Listened to her mother's ears releasing red smoke
Was a moment of laughing so candidly
And did we ever think we'd take it so seriously?
That's just a memory I keep in a can with me
Canned laughs can't beat how much I treasure humanity
When did we all disappear so suddenly?
Suppose we never stopped growing, or undid the
Yards of string weaving this complicated masterpiece
Is growing up so terrifying or is the attitude after me?
Is anger justified when I'm betrayed by my family?
Hated by order but also by anarchy
Living in this circus I feel worthless
Given me the circumstance is cursed
Only by bitter words I've purchased
Meddling and pedaling and running in circles
I may be slow but
I've seen enough of
My life in a box like a project not done
And nobody can tell me I'm the only one

What's the news today?
A young man passed away
The brightest and kindest man
Mankind could ever see

Antihero, tragic hero, protagonistic cause
That's what we all believe we live and die for
But we struggle with keeping the meaning clutched in our hands
So we ride alone in cars listening to good bands
And we wonder why a girl once said to us
She said "I ran into a parked mailbox,"
As if anything made sense in that tiny phrase
But does it make any more sense in my current phase?
When my sins go through the wash and bleed onto my socks
And I start feeling guilty everywhere I walk
Gravity just likes to untie my laces sometimes
And I wanna cry at the fact that my pace doesn't rhyme
Back to what I said before where I know I'm slow
I did learn the thing about how to let go
Of fantasy but I should never let go of hope
Hoping I can climb out of this well in my soul
It may be deep and
May make me weep and
I think I'll find a part of me under all the mud
And bring it up with me to make a flower from a bud

What's the word today?
I'm too grown to play
Too grown to be true
To good old friends like you

What's my problem now?
How I don't know how
To even think I'm sane
When I might be okay

Don't you worry now
Don't you scream out loud
You'll be home one day
And this curse will go away

I was remembering lots of random things while I went on a walk, like how my best academic year was the sixth grade, and a dumb joke this girl once told me she and a friend tried to pull on her mom, and how I started writing poetry in the first place. It made me think of how moments and memories and the beginning of things could quickly be so far in the past and how reality slowly begins to surface before you with a great amount of uncertainty to cope with. Nevertheless life continues and it's up to us what we do with it.
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