Benson - Language Arts

It’s been the topic of my minds conversation

It’s hard to know how this place will pan

Look at the blue prints, foresee the plan

My insides go from cities to sand

I’m living in a masterpiece but am counting all of the time

Painting a picture on my sleeve into a yield sign

It seems so passive, time is rapid and against the grain

And it seems all I’ll lose is stuck feeling the same

I’ll run from the dog next door, haven’t been able to breathe since age 4

Allergic to the pet store and all I want in life is a few more

So give me a number, I’ll take my place

No one is watching anything but a TV face

How will I fill my plate?

It should be symphonic

Especially when everyone’s tastes say

«It's better electronic!»

Read the financials and do what you want

Match the numbers to the small fonts

I’ll write you in nature like May flowers in fall

The only reason I have trouble is that I am not sleeping at all

I have this innocent mobile of guilt crowded over my head sway

I am too scared to move but too uncomfortable to stay

And the marbles are lost like the super jumbo frosty

That the kids threw in the field for a frenzy while graduating from elementary

When your mind is like the Kentucky Derby

You just want to tell them where to stick it

It goes as fast as it wants because

There’s no fear in getting a ticket