I always have the timeBut I'm learningThat somethings just won't always be mineA fraction of senseAn illogical messI'm high as a kite on a windy dayBut moreoften low as the dirtcovered with clouds of grayOnce againA fraction of senseAn illogical messI know not what to do from 1 min to the nextWhen will this low be goneAnd my life stop being so complex?My life makes a fraction of senseIAm an illogical mess
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I always have the time
But I'm learning
That somethings just won't always be mine
A fraction of sense
An illogical mess
I'm high as a kite on a windy day
But moreoften low as the dirt
covered with clouds of gray
Once again
A fraction of sense
An illogical mess
I know not what to do from 1 min to the next
When will this low be gone
And my life stop being so complex?
My life makes a fraction of sense
I
Am an illogical mess
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