p.s. Grow Test

by Matt Freire

Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The true is there in me and still I survive

The saga continues so bundle your panic
You just need to sit in a warm summer hammock
You know it’s not true your not free but don’t fret
People have passed by it and still don’t regret

Your passion is great you’re partly immune
Liberate and imprisonment your fancy these few
So carry it with you your frustrated fume
And don’t let this frenzy come back over you

The pain, your twinge the anguish is back
Your life is sucked out; you’re down on your back
People laugh, they point and they stare
Were is the passage the way out of here

Slander is he who fills up in you
Vague has repeated this unwanted tune
Leisurely suffocated, you’re reduced with this gloom
Tranquil and shriveled you shift in this room
You mind is beside you
The shortage has come
Shackled, mortify your close to being done
Manage to wipe away the shame from the left
But the right still haunts you even to death

Envelope me try
Still won’t deny
The truth is there in me and still I survive