the anxious wait for the school bell becomes too unbearable to be yolked upon- the vivacious calling of life strewn across the mind's pulsing and palpable desire for limitless freedom and quixotic meanderings holds dear and passionately righteous. teenagers. ha!!
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
I'm Jezmund the family berserker
I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life