I'm sick of - SICK OF - poisons!
The more I rattle my brain around
The messier it gets inside.
And I must clean up my act!
Hey! How about exercise?
Of the mind? Of the body?
The starting line's a blur, isn't it?
My motors are, well, shoddy.
I heard somebody say once,
"Through it". Through it...
The thing is, I think I could.
I think I can. I think I care.
But through what? And to where?
Better moving than stationary.
Light bulbs flashing now.
Switches flipping now.
Next stop, Adult.
I barely have time to feel eager.
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