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Do not wait for things to happen
Get at it and take action
Be the one with that extra fire
Fulfill your world with satisfaction
Make your spirits bright
Continue to climb that ladder
You have the knowledge and ability
To make your vision sharper
dainty and fluorescent is the mask of humility
forthwith we proclaim allegiance and sanctity
we need not ask to deeply... it is so
the answer will disarm what we all know

whether high in proximity to those under
all fall victim to charade and blunder
spoken philosophies and capricious sighs
we tuck ourselves tightly to fashion our lies

evermore ever present in common place
covered and covert we try to save face
why not give it, let all go its way
and cleanse ourselves thoroughly without delay

is it more profound a performance endured
when spectators stand around totally immured
grace falls just short of mendacities door
but wrenchingly it gropes for more and more

it is our chance and all in your power
to drench yourself in a righteous shower
whether kindness, good deeds or getting it straight
fact is... that is what most people call great
every paste and glue
  knows exactly what to do
stick around and stay together
in the sun or stormy weather

people can do
  just like glue
they link and love
  putting each other high above

some are sticky
and very picky
some softly pull apart
  others seem hard to start

couples whatever kind they be
take joy in hope others will agree
whatever cover fits the ***
seems ok as long as there's no... not

back to the glue as I said
let's all stick together and use our head
for our hearts meander to strange places
  and get all caught up in gender and races
We can't be together
But I love him

And the worst part is
He loves me too
The Probability tells me, it stands a chance,
but the statistics of the thing, keep me down..
I wish I could get my sister back..
She committed suicide for reasons that nobody knows of.
The tears in my eyes blur the lines
of the lies that you told when you asked me
to hold you

I wish you'd told me then what I know now
when I think it could have been
and it doesn't really mean
that at all.

and each drop begs each drop to stop,
but it can never be,
the tears are there reminding me of
lines in which
I'll never see
again

it always was a blur to me
the sensual
the sensory, but
depth perception
eluded me

time to clip my wings.
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