To dangers outside I might thus be immune.
With friends I commune when it seems opportune
And write poems or watch shows in the late afternoon.
With
each passing moon I feel more out of tune
Finding less and less humor in every cartoon.
I yearn to break free like a let-loose balloon
But I wonder how soon’s just a little too soon?
Finding less and less humor in every cartoon.
I yearn to break free like a let-loose balloon
But I wonder how soon’s just a little too soon?
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