Took a strange hit.
Built the life of my dreams,
Still the pieces won't fit.
I want to rearrange it.
Stack in one hand of the pieces all mixed up.
Count my regrets on the other hand,
Then throw away the lot.
Make room for a happy thought.
So I go in my dreams,
And I'm walking in the rain,
Soaking wet blue jeans,
Big Smile Beams
Get to a place where me and happiness meet.
Keen familiarity.
Knowing what I need and I run,
Towards the right path.
Would it be feasible,
Could it be easier?
Please let it ride.
This is my kind of life.
Wake up to reality,
a sharp stinging knife.
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