Aren’t I clever I know you so well
how much better if I understood
my reflection
Push you right over
Doesn’t mean I’m strong
mere force will never match
true introspection
I’ll be rich
when I stop wanting more
I’ll have my purpose
When I stop dwelling on what’s in store
Someday to find my true homestead
there to stay in perfect repose
long after
long after I’m deadwhat
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