Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form,
Sometimes it seems nice, sometimes it even feels warm ..
But it is not something that'll always bring reform,
It might feel like you're drinking your tea lukewarm !
So I reason, why am I stuck at work,
working like a clerk,
Because all it brings to me is irk,
all thanks to that jerk ..
How I want to be a rock star,
driving around in a big car,
playing to the world my guitar,
all cheering even though it always sounds bizarre ..
I'll work my ass off so that i'll make it one day,
take out from my life everything that is in disarray,
i'll make sure i'll be nobody's prey,
i'll mold my life like a potter does to clay ..
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