Spry

My mind made up
My sock tan marching through the sticky day
Sometimes the good and noble thing's
Not knowing what to say
My strides are twice as long
According to the shadow I've admired since birth
They've admired me
My range of motion, how I speak

I feel defeated, stampeded
Rage is like a summer sky
I feel all tuckered out and I feel spry

The world is cruel; someone who loves you
May in fact just be confused
Treat you like a shrunk-washed sweater
Accessories that they outgrew

Take out a loan, purchase distraction
Rent a Mustang, drive Big Sur
Don't talk shit
Every new rejection's a required hurt

I feel elated, serrated
Joy is like a summer sky
I feel all tuckered out, and I feel spry

Spend hours watching videos online
I feel spry
My heart is a canceled plan on a Wednesday night
I feel spry
The world has ended but I go outside
I feel spry
I feel each pendulum swing like a summer sky
I feel spry

So elated
Aggravated
Incoherent
And defeated
But this is full force
It isn't nice to look at it
And now that you can see it, I feel spry
Oh

Sometimes the good and noble thing's
Not knowing what to say