God must have looked twice on you
because you were blessed with simplicity.
You’re to young to be grown up
too old to call yourself a child
I can’t tell difference between misery and felicity.

You won’t identify yourself with anything
but yourself, even though you know you are nothing
without your icons and your dreams
without your mind and the words
Deep inside you know they are your everything.

And you will fight, every day a battle
every moment for the things you want to do.
Your are crazy, post sanity and mad
Still every breath you take is easy
and god must have looked twice on you.


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