Observatory

The wind tells me that it's something new
Until now I've just been scating through
Not quite getting what was in my view
I've been so unhappy it feels overdue

Do people think when they can't see your face?
That nothing they do matters in the big rat race?
So they can justify their expanded space
As if time alone were why we're in this place

It's only fair because a bird doesn't think about you
When he's flying above and feels the need to doo
And the remainer ends up on your Italian shoe
Because of the berries it makes your white shirt blue

So go and get back at him before he can
Mutual frustration is all part of the plan
You take up two spaces with your minivan
Not because you need it but because you can

See everything I do has an equal effect
If I give it out I will get back respect
I can't react to every insult I detect
Otherwise my world will just end up wrecked

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