any which way things* move or sway or storm out…i can be flexible. i will be.
when the things* around me are gone and disappear, i will be flexible.
when things* hide in the shadows, i will be flexible.
i like to be like that. our world is too small and our days are too short to not be.
we can bend a little. bend ourselves and rules… for ourselves for others…
bending is a good thing :)
but i’m tired of bending. and you’re making me sick.
i’ve got a fever and the only prescription is cowbell.
gotta have more cowbell.
*can be people