If conversation’s wordplay, then poetry’s our recess
I study every moment looking forward to the test
To feel is just a symptom, and if I had to guess
Pain and pleasure both revolve around what we do best

We reach the highest highs, and the lows we call the bottom
Some reach for their yoga mat, others look for bottles
We’ll hide away alone or search for bodies like a model
In love and war the storm has eyes that follow to tomorrow

So what do you choose to? I also have an answer
My liver is my punching bag, I’m smoking towards a cancer
I also choose to meditate on questions that I answer
In moderation I believe we’ll follow in our ancestor

We’re really only human, why believe we’re any better
Some believe in miracles, I say it’s just the weather
It changes every day like my closet full of sweaters
Pick your poison to pick up the heavy weighted feather

So listen to my playground
Inside my head I find I’m fond of many ways to break ground

Maybe I am safe now
From monsters hidden below my bed I know that it’s okay now

The merry always go round
If you keep your head up high you’ll find we separate clouds

Watch as we can break down
The plan unfolds, the truth is told, what’s lost is always found