I’m on stage again
Wheezing and shoving the fruit to the side
What could it mean?
That we mime each other in timeliness
The the audience is also in my mind like the fruit
Tart, tender, unwanted people
Filling my life with sugar and health
I don’t want it
I don’t want it at all
This wasn’t very good. I could’ve expanded on any frikkin part but didn’t because I like to keep it short and simple. Ponder the metaphor. Uhhhhhhhhhhh yeah.
