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Apr 2013
I wandered into life
Expecting a parade in my name
Only to discover
People living life in shame
Shifting blame for the same fame that came
From an unknown dame
I mean game that is played

I came into this world
Figuring I could be someone different
Someone brand new that few would sue
Or chew
Out for the clue of two

I flew into the time
wanting to write about thyme
Because of the sublime
Fallen in line

I wrote myself into this story
Only because I wanted it to make no sense
Because of my dense attitude
Leaving no cents sent
But lent what rent went to the penthouse
Without a doubt

I brought myself into this scene
Just so I could show
That nothing has to make sense...
I will always make no sense, but that's just the beauty of it. Nothing in life ever makes perfect sense.
Mustafa Mars
Written by
Mustafa Mars  California
(California)   
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