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Afraid to breathe,
Araid to leave a trace,
Why are you running,
When there's no chase?
We'll end up forgiven
For our wicked ways
I change my moods
I live my days
I wander along
A well-trodden trace
At this familiar pace.
 
I'm crammed in a crowd -
Yet nobody's there.
I want to hear them laugh out loud,
But everyone swears.
Then I stand alone and they all see me standing there.
But they act as if nothing matters.
 
I stood next to a beggar, learning how to be hopeless.
I stood next to a vagabond, learning how to be homeless.
I learnt to steal and to sleep in the street,
I learnt to lie and to land on my feet.
 
I spied on a saint to find some fault,
I read a hundred and eighteen books to find out how to sweeten salt;
I played clueless wishing to be told
What to let go of and what to still hold.
 
I'm courageous, I care, I would make a stand.
But I don't understand,
I just don't understand.


January 30, 2007