Well, I better not say,
Who knows the eyes that will be reading this,
My mind's already stayed,
This has beeb the struggle since I was young,
As long as I'm alone,
The thoughts will flow like a running river,
Then sense an audience, it's blocked by stones,
Sometimes I think it is the universe,
That knows best what I need,
Just enough friends and cash to get me through,
That's what being rich means.
Yet there's a trade,
There is no loss to fear,
But you must keep faith that all will turn right,
And that when you speak nobody will hear.
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