I don't see what you see in me,I'm just flesh and bone,Many hours at the carouselPostcards from far from homeSometimes i feel as useless as my empty words, old presidents' dogs, clean paws, no dirt-What do these words mean?Sometimes i just don't know.Sometimes i just can't see where it is i go-I waste my whole day thinking over things i've saidAnd avoiding myself like the plague in my head I know that you see meAnd i know you're about me,That's why you let me roam another 10 miles- Where does all this lead, and why must i follow it?Nothing is black and white,(even me, i must admit).I jot down the facts and work on consistency,But open up the closed door;It's george, and the cat, and me.My shifting eyes like sands cannot focus on the void,Concentration still,"get thee behind me, freud."I'm grasping at straws and the bale is almost gone;The fire's grown much too dim,Nights grow much too long-I am holding things yours,Not mine while i should cling to youLike a cow beneath the light of a highway sign.
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