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Swear I'm stuck in a daze
where weeks feel like days
and days feel like weeks...
It's like navigating a maze
with corneas in a haze
and a GPS signal that's weak...
[so to speak]
The maze's center is my ego
surrounded by my credo
all at the base of a peak...
Maybe I'd rather be right than free
god must've forgot to Cc me
and inform me on what to seek...
I need something to follow
spent some time feeling hollow
and meanderin' 'til I was weak...
So hero I am, back at the center
near the end of September
wondering what to critique...
Is it me or is it them?
so susceptible to whim
and scared I reek of mystique...
Maybe my techniques just antique?
The more you learn the less you speak,
but its still hard turning the other cheek...
Bendin' these words like Beck...ham
or the author of Green eggs & ham
no denying these words are sleek...
sam I am, I think therefore I Am
studyin' like finals week, cram
I'm tryna make it cool to be a geek...
Y'all are like mouths without tongues
scared to speak up cause you're young
worried bout strikin' out before you swung
fear of fear, just do you and be unique...
I've got so much to say
but I can't do it all a day
so stay tuned, I'm on a streak...
Thought I'd figure it out by now
slowly becoming one with the Tao
then again I'm only twenty three...
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