some days i want to be normal i want to
stop dressing in my own special way
stop dreaming stop drifting stop
dancing to the beat of my own private drum i want to
blend in with the crowd &
perhaps maybe their way is right perhaps
i should revise my expectations
rethink my plans but then i
unlock the door walk in after
midnight see you sleeping lovely tousled
new short dark haircut and thrift store skirt
bedroom filled with pieces of yrself and yr
sleeping away yr work from the day &
no yr the one who's getting it right; yr
sketching out yr life as youd like
living for real
different & quirky & so you
& what was i thinking anyway
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