from wildlet - Tuesday, November 26, 2002
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Is it so hard to be normal?
Not asking anything formal
Just wanna’ see a finish line
And hold something all mine
My head hurts from stress
How is it that I have less?
Can’t pull up the whole “fair” deal
Obviously God declined that being my meal
Mite there be any star left?
Genuine, real, not theft
Don’t measure up to that much
Life’s built with its own crutch
Wont my turn for luck show
Deeper meaning’s waiting to flow
All I’m asking for is something more
Then my back lying flat on the floor
……..With big questions galore
I need/ demand an epiphany
I ask again, again and again
When will it come to me??
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