To the Pessimistic Many
b'Please don\'t tell me my dreams don\'t exist because then I\'m gonna have to drop them off at your doorstep \\n\\nBecause then I\'m gonna have to pull them from my fingertips \\nand I can only do that once and it\'s a pretty little problem because then I\'ll have to become them \\nIn front of you \\n\\u25e6And I don\'t want to embarrass you\\nIt\'s rude and you taught me better than that \\nPlease don\'t tell me how much I don\'t make sense\\nI know this \\nI\'ve felt myself knock a good day down\\nJust For the sake of it \\n25 years. \\n before the hand on the clock left. \\nLike clockwork \\nLike bee sting \\nLike envy\\nLike honey at the end of your handy work on a hard day in a hot climate. \\nSo you\'ve had a change of pace \\nSo you\'ve had a change of plan \\nLike clockwork\\nLike seeing \\nLike a cure \\nI wish you wouldn\'t you wouldn\'t do so many drugs\\nI wish you weren\'t so scared\\u2026\\nof me\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'