Whatever happened to my gifts?
I used to sit and flow and somewhere it ended
So many days have i thought about what stops me?
And yet i hardly stop myself from wondering why i don't
But its there and i know it is because i think about it
And pretty words, they don't easily break free
And all these thoughts keep getting away from me
But i have so many presents that i can throw in the wind
Take it away, take it back, sit on the floor, and look up at the sky
But like a breath of stale air incapable of original thoughts
I recycle trash and reinvent treasure
I talk and i say too much, but i have so many toys
I just woke up this morning and there is so much to do \\//
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