Oh the world it is insane.
It seems there's so much there to change.
The weight of fast descending rain goes away.
I'm looking from left to right.
Carnivals, fanatics hone the night,
and make it sharper than claws of a bear.
An exaggerated mania.
All I can think this afternoon,
is stay upbeat and hum a tune,
to TCE to cheer me up.
That's the way it is, I'm out of luck.
Angered wolves they spit in spite of everything you try to write.
You'll see the never ending storm without much false hope left to form.
A steady hand can't take on the tide.
It'll wash through and round the side.
It's complicated living up to hopes of others,
Or so it seems.
Who wants that? I don't want that.
It's not the way for me.
I don't care if it's absolutely free.
It's not the way that I'd like to be.

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