This is the excuse   of what you misunderstood.   There is no feeling    and there is no fucking answer   that'll help you grow.   Just sit under the sun   untill you smell the   burning of waiting skin.   And you see the blisters swell   from going nowhere.   And then you hear something outside.   And suddenly you're still going nowhere   only aware of what you're expecting.   Roll up!   Roll up!   Roll up!