Song A Day #714: My Room Is Filled With Stuff

the path is slippery the road is breaking me i won't always be able to only see one direction one direction at a time with perspective and only two eyes mis representative tis the season to be giving that with which you cannot live but you don't know what it is look around you all you see is stuff it surrounds you and you've had enough i once taught a man to fish then he granted me one wish but i told him with bitterness i knew not what to do with his wish granting power stronger than a genie  his face went sour and he called me a meanie