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I’m a what if
If I’m not just a man
I’m a surrender
And taking a stand
I’m an inventor
Of far distant visions
More than a moon jump
From final decisions
I’m in a blender
With shit from a can
I’m a contender
Content with a plan
I don't understand
It’s awful
I’m all full of food again
Too full and
In a truthful mood again
Can I get a hand?
I got a few dreams to pick up
Help me with mine and I will help you with yours
We can even show each other
Through a few new doors
Into rooms full of windows with views
And the wind blows good news
With the pathways we choose
To meet up with each other
I’m sorry I’m
I know I am
I am imperfect
But I’m a decent man
I can be honest
I try to understand
Have I done all I can?
Maybe I am
An old back-up plan
Or is that just silly?
I must be morose
I’m just being lonely
Only optimistic when the wind blows
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