holdencaulfield
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Within a Galaxy
Of all the kids looking for their gifts to give
Beside parents wishing for new lives to live
Of all the pale young faces in clouds that smile
Above the inkblots that are scared and hostile
Of all the eyes going wild during a dream
Seeing their lost lives they hope to redeem
Of all the bright carousels spinning today
Atop a shiny blue planet on display
Nothing ever hands you a reason to stay
Nothing spoonfeeds you a purpose to live by
But even though answers don't fall from the sky
I know you'll try to stick around anyway
To find your gift and then give it away
Of all the tired cops who hold back their applause
As they chase magicians who break nature's laws
Of all the blooming prison's housing the harmless
Far from the gardeners selling seeds in congress
Of all the smoke covered stars no one will miss
and giants waiting to explode out of darkness
Of all the shinning pinwheels on a windy day
Within a spinning galaxy on display
Nothing ever hands you a reason to stay
Nothing ever whispers meaning in your ear
But even though the world is never clear
I know you'll try to stick around anyway
To find your gift and then give it away
Of all the kids looking for their gifts to give
Beside parents wishing for new lives to live
Of all the pale young faces in clouds that smile
Above the inkblots that are scared and hostile
Of all the eyes going wild during a dream
Seeing their lost lives they hope to redeem
Of all the bright carousels spinning today
Atop a shiny blue planet on display
Nothing ever hands you a reason to stay
Nothing spoonfeeds you a purpose to live by
But even though answers don't fall from the sky
I know you'll try to stick around anyway
To find your gift and then give it away
Of all the tired cops who hold back their applause
As they chase magicians who break nature's laws
Of all the blooming prison's housing the harmless
Far from the gardeners selling seeds in congress
Of all the smoke covered stars no one will miss
and giants waiting to explode out of darkness
Of all the shinning pinwheels on a windy day
Within a spinning galaxy on display
Nothing ever hands you a reason to stay
Nothing ever whispers meaning in your ear
But even though the world is never clear
I know you'll try to stick around anyway
To find your gift and then give it away