i say good sir
panic your manic
did you hear my news?
i haven't heard anything from me
i'm blindly looking so why can i not see?
but who are you and am i we are thus nothing at all
to someone not i but you can seem to fly
to the south my little mockingbird
disregard all you heard
maniacally panic
as you were
the peace will come
with waves much smaller
don't stress over small stuff
stand strong stand taller
everything will be ok
keep your waves calm
sitting cross legged
i focus on my palm
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