Politic.

"Shoulda known better than to listen..."
Millions of speculations floating around in the atmosphere, with conspirators following close behind, they scare me by putting their heavy hands upon my already weighted shoulders. They grip tightly, not the most desirable of strongholds. I'm flailing to prevent them, silly waving and dancing all to rid myself of these demons.
It seems my time in this place has run out. This is the countdown, I don't wanna fight I just wanna run. Away from here, leave these hometown hipsters and pseudo-intellectuals and just go. I'll take a bus, and stay in the street. I don't want a name I just want to eat and face the world for everything that it is. Everyone knows I'm just a sponge anyway. Soaking up all the beliefs of everyone around me, osmosis gone horribly wrong. But these tendencies, they make one immune to all the hate and dishonest confusion and politics of the world. I don't have to understand a thing.

-A