So I thought that I would pop by like chicken and spinach /
And see how big you were getting—I'd be remiss if I ain't mention: /
You look strong enough for fisticuffs with earth bending henchmen /
Like the Dai-Lee! And it might be that you remind me /
Of me before I relegated medicating nightly /
With the sess as the only means to deal with stress /
Now that's the solemn song they sing when the youth lose their innocence /
And I know you been through some shit; so have I /
There's nights that I would lie and cry, thinking: "Jesus, Lord, let me die /
Cuz I won't ever understand this fucking planet /
Or these people you put in it, or these lives we take for granted" /
But November Dragon, sadness running rampant's just the half /
and Taoist balance is a talent time will help you understand /
There is no light without shadow; the good exists within the bad /
As glass-half-something moments floating slowly past you /
Dear November Dragon, before you were a zygote in the womb /
I was dreaming of the things I would do, the people that I'd influence /
As a world-touring superhuman Mr. Sunshine /
On the face of metal boxes children bring for lunchtime /
And sometimes I pretend that I could still be him /
At least someday anyway, if I can make amends with rended ends /
I'm spent like Harvey Dent; I got a vicious half /
That's only making sense of the chaos that's the coin when it flips /
Cuz either life's a bitch, or you're an asshole who can't sweet-talk /
The prison-dwelling priss to let her frizzy wisps hit bedrock /
We're fed rot for 5 o' clock news spots and sports talk /
Like dinner table fables led by peacocks and a fox /
But nah, the rage innate's an easy leech and inflates /
From the intake, but I ain't trying to teach hate—just preach great /
Wisdom if you'll listen—Old boy at the abyss has peeped the beast within /
But gleaned from him that even beasts deserve to live /
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