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Beside Myself

It's a false alarm,
Or a true calm,
Getting cabin fever,
And just singing my own songs.
 
Throw away the mold,
That grows on your food,
And go out with that girl,
Who thinks you're really cool.
 
Nature made me,
Without any imitation,
And also I'm created,
To have no limitations.
 
I'm beside myself,
A twin with a bend of mind,
Trying to be so careful,
So I'm not caught in any bind.
 
Let go, and let God,
But give it the college try,
Working the live long day,
And trying to get by.
 
What I cannot create,
I do not understand,
So I keep on walking,
Through the hot and shifting sands.
 



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