Of exclusion that's in the air,
And the act of trying to distiguish it,
Is being thwarted by ma mere.
When hesitation causes me to say,
Something that doesn't feel right in the first place,
I should just trust in what my mind would have done,
If my idea of how things should be weren't keeping pace.
But I've been here before,
Just like I found the sun in the sky today.
Well, actually the clouds are hiding it from me,
Just as my mind hid from me what to say.
And it's alright,
There's nothing that is not rectifiable,
Unless in the mean time there has been a death,
Then you must live wishing you had been natural.
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