Summer Song Poems

The wind blows on my face
and tangles my golden hair
but for some strange reason
I do not care
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I try to be
what they want me to be
I play there games
and hide the real me
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I have a friend
that is real smart
who always has a place in my heart
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I am standing in the darkest room
the chambers in my mind
it is misty and hollow
and terribly hard to find
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The world we see
only the surface, only a clue
the sky is green
and the grass is blue
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I loomed under the sparkling sky
the points of light
so simple but complete
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The surface of the water
tickles the soles of my feet
I look across the distant shore
For the one I am to meet
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I place the earphones in my ears
And my mind begins to wander
So many hear the music play
But the value of it; they squander
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Winding stair cases
flooded halls
gossip, cliques
confining walls
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Inside the plastic pages
Of a plastic book
My own personality
Has it's own plastic look
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