[I think I hear the sound of music]
and it makes me sad because this has become nothing. I need to make myself open my eyes to it
[Thank god I went to college and learned how to see]
And we went further in our inadequacy to what became a field feela and we were told we were beautiful handfuls of peas as evidence that later looked sad in their ratio of green to pasta.
The wheat was doing that thing where I hear it and I feel like I am alone and adequate.