Jan/09

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I must be something
Like a lone ranger,
In a room full of old friends
And feeling like a stranger.

I change my mind
More than anybody you know,
But without change
How should I grow?

Even the best of books
Collect dust
Even the best athletes
Experience rust

I am like the weak
Pretending to be strong
Often too quick to speak
Whether I’m right or I’m wrong

Surely I have seen
With these eyes
The highest of highs
Surely it is I who knows
The lowest of lows
What does it all mean?
Surely someone knows

What if it comes?
What if she goes?
What if we’re friends?
What if they’re foes?

To the sinner I am righteous
To the righteous I am sinning
To the winner I am losing
And to the loser I am winning

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