The Dreamstep Kid

There are days that go by where I don't feel emotions anymore. This crazy place called Yale has drained me and drenched me and demanded a future that I am not sure I can reach. So I keep on writing and crying out in hopes that someone will hear a small portion of my song and write me a love note. I am a native american, an ivy league champion, a broken songbook with slide hymns transposed onto saxiphone napkins.