In his own mind
he wants to run the show
the answers he cant find
there's things he dont know
though clouded with thoughts
to no avail
all the oughts
lead him to fail
he follows you around
putting rocks in your road
without a sound
he breaks the code
he will never confess
has a false front
nothing he can profess
his life's a hunt
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