I'm stellar at staying alive in this hostile terrain,
Where feverish Saturday nights are a constant refrain.
It sounds like I'm starting a joke but I'm not: life is mean.
I hide in my home 'cause it's more than a burrow to me.
How deep is your burrow? I'm serious. Mine's like a mine.
Whenever I'm out and about, I'm the farthest from fine.
I move through the dark that controls my mind and my soul,
But I want to be more than a mole and more than a vole.
Rejoicing when light comes to me on a soft summer breeze,
I want to... But how can you mend such a wannabe? Geez.
staying alive
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