I am sore
I am stuck
Over here
I see the light
Over the horizon
No pass
Nor hope
Shows it's self
For any trip
Over that mountain
I want to be scared
I want to be manic
I want to love
I want to be happy
I want to have joy
But not from here
I want to have sex
I want to have fun
I want to taste some hung-
I want to have purpose
My pain is an agonist to my hopelessness
Where's my antagonist?
Where's my inverse agonist?
Where is time?
Now Mama, don't you worry
I am not afraid
And I will always be standing towards the Light.
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