Little whiff of fresh air.
A car ride did me get here,
Car I'd wish had less gears
I'm standing waiting in the forest,
Waltzing around this morning,
Wonderin' if I was done in
Or not, I guess I was: not.
Standing here waiting for the clock to make a stop.
I'm on my grind, I'm on my grind because -
It's an honest little living and too little to be lost.
I live a little life, a life with little highlights,
When highlights are nigh they're never timed right,
The days are never long enough - but I don't mind nights,
Only when I try to sleep but can't dream cause my mind's high:
Hyper. So much code to decipher.
So much strife that I'd like to just slice and make rice out of.
Shout louder. Try harder. Get greedier so:
I can live larger.
But it's the little highlights that make it matter.
I just wish I could skip these preparations for the battle.
The battle always nearing, and I'm just here preparing.
Life can be a dream, I just hope that no nightmare wins.
An eerie silence spreading in this room,
I'm waiting for the bang for the blam for the boom.
An eerie silence up inside my head.
No more rhymes, I guess I'll... let it rest.
Another day of practice, waiting for the test.