T3B12

The four walls that trap me

are dull and grey

unwilling to let me fly free

filling this small enclosed space

with regret and dismay

The feelings of doubt

opening new doors

the people we can't live without

we constantly call for more

What TV and ice cream cannot make up
what we must do, our minds corrupt
The trails we take
the choices we make
Everyday feels safe riding to school on on that big yellow bus
with friends, its not u. & me.
It's US


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