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Stupidity would be a mercy
To be called that identity
Stumbling on my steps I move
Through this muck of truths

Stuttering on words
I explain as well as ducks
I tangle my fingers in my hair
Misplace things with forgotten care

Run and roll into the fire
Point a finger at the dry day
And blame it on the sun

Counting backwords, losing numbers
The Alphabet would surely falter
With the voice, who plays with toys
Barbie Dolls, just perfect

I jab my eye with the sight
Of colours on the walls
I kiss the cactus,
their pricks and all

Not looking both ways
When crossing the street
I turn an give a wave
To the car's horns and beeps

Run and roll into the fire
Point a finger at the dry day
And blame it on the sun

Counting backwords, losing numbers
The Alphabet would surely falter
With the voice, who plays with toys
Barbie Dolls, just perfect

I am special so are you
Is the sky black or blue?
As the day ended, now what do we do?
Have you got a clue?

Labels: Just Perfect

Hey Welcome, this is a ramble spot for all my mind's jumbles. :) If you like Indie stuff, then maybe you won't find this too bad. Haha. I prefer you JUST comment yea?