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letra de birthday 32 - yotam perel

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well i’m 32
i spent too long adoring my own flaws
while stuck in this room
i’m ruminating grooming little doubts

i sucked on the spoon
so hard the silver all came off
i’m fearing offers too good
to give up doing what i love

cause i need comfort
i’m getting to that age where you need comfort

my friends all have kids
they left the city
i’m a sitting duck

too poor to exist
as an artist in this city
and save up for a trip

or any form of home
it’s forming thoughts fairly grim
what do i even own

i don’t own comfort
and i’m getting to that age
where you need comfort
lifes financial cage
it doesn’t offer much leeway
a rich mans empty residence
sure sets a sh-tty prеcedent

i’m trying to live
bеfore a full blown mid-life crisis starts
my soul has some give
i tried to glue it down to different spots

i’m forced through a sieve
intended to extract the savory parts
but part of me still
insist that chaos wins
when faced with heart

and i know
i wasn’t born on steady ground
but i grow
endlessly in tandem

with life sores that talk trash
pick them up and do a dance
kiss their foreheads
break their necks
stocks and bonds
and love, and heartache
ostentatious art you might make
claim your sp-ce
embrace pretension
ambivalence it chokes potential

- yotam perel

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