don't ever be afraid of the parts of life that feel like filler! hey rut, you can't stop my hair from growing you can't still my hands from typing writing doodling patting heads or poking and people want me to edit things you think you're going to shut them up? even if you tie my legs down, i can still yell 'GO FOR IT!' and nudge my friends on as we speak they're running and jumping and laughing and skipping ahead that's right, they've gone for reinforcements-- and i WILL squirm my way out of you and do you know where you'll be then rut? here, waaay way behind, alone and empty rut, i'm not stuck, you are (insert taunty face and pointy finger) |