Untitled as of right now. Any title suggestions are completely warranted.
The Carolinas are so old
I wonder about the soil there
As I toil through the day
That consists of nothing new
I want to do all the right things
Like not contribute to the system
So I don't own a car
And I don't buy stuff at the mall
Maybe in a year
I'll have a place in Baltimore
And let paintings of the sunsets
Unleash my steady bones
And if I walk off
Don't look beyond the sea
Leave me to discover
And sew what the future may reap
They have blinded us for centuries
But I don't mean to place blame
The recognition, it births action
And I am in the meadow, rising
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