Examining an image, drunkenly, a few months back.
Some think I’m a fool now
And I’ve been made blind
Some run far ahead now
And leave me behind
Some say that I’m odd now
And think I’m a joke
Some say, “Hey man lend me
Five bucks I am broke.”
Some think my words blister
And I’ll never learn
Some think I’m damn crazy
And my thoughts just churn
Some think that I’m too weak
And I’m full of doubt
Some think that I’m trapped in
My head wanting out
Some think they have lost me
I’m not far away
Some think I’m too callous
To hear what they say
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