There is a piece of me,
just,
waiting to see who I could be,
would it really be me?
I don't exactly,
know where where I'm going all the time,
I have bad direction intuition,
and my words don't always rhyme,
but I have a feeling,
that something big will happen soon,
it won't happen to me,
but I'll be part of this,
great monsoon,
'cause I have a feeling,
that something big will come,
I know it sounds stupid right now,
but when it happens,
I'll invite you along,
I won't forget about,
the little people anymore,
because they are not as little,
as i honestly thought they were...
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