Justify
What's mine is mine;
Some see divine... others see nothing.
Standing in line, for quite some time;
Only to find that someone stole the stop sign.
Am I inside or outside my psycho-analytical mind
which wanders, ponders, as surely as a spoiled brat will whine;
As sure as the blind will lead the blind;
May as well just eat the rind.
Do you fall behind the times?
Or are you forever more entwined?
Finding it hard to find the time...
And there isn't really much left I can justify.
Some see divine... others see nothing.
Standing in line, for quite some time;
Only to find that someone stole the stop sign.
Am I inside or outside my psycho-analytical mind
which wanders, ponders, as surely as a spoiled brat will whine;
As sure as the blind will lead the blind;
May as well just eat the rind.
Do you fall behind the times?
Or are you forever more entwined?
Finding it hard to find the time...
And there isn't really much left I can justify.
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