Not so sure it's good
For me to be alone
Gives me time to think
Of the things I know
And the things I know
Never are quite right
The way I think I may
The way I know I might
Not so sure it's good
In the choosing of the sides
Where my brain convenes
With the left and right
While one stands up for yes
The other sits for no
Never can you tell
Which way this mind will go
Not so sure it's good
To let it out to play
Where in its adolescence gets lost
Or just ups and runs away
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
Not so sure it's good
For me to be alone
Gives me time to think
Of the things I know
And the things I know
Never are quite right
The way I think I may
The way I know I might
Not so sure it's good
In the choosing of the sides
Where my brain convenes
With the left and right
While one stands up for yes
The other sits for no
Never can you tell
Which way this mind will go
Not so sure it's good
To let it out to play
Where in its adolescence gets lost
Or just ups and runs away
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