Bright Idea

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I had this bright idea
A wonderful notion of hope

While they stood upon a rickety chair
And held a knotted rope

I stroll along my path
Towards the swaddling light

While they stumble haphazardly
And meander out of sight

It's not my business
I keep myself in check

While they curl within themselves, alone
A meaningless, hopeless wreck

I keep my chin a peak
My nose turned towards the sky

While they hold themselves afloat
And repeat one simple lie

I am entitled to a happy mind
To taking time to unwind

A gasping breath, a faltered blow
They're fine, they said so

I lead my life with love
I am blessed, not simply from above

I try to lead my life with love
But there is something I am so sick of

But these thoughts in my mind
They stick around and I find

These thoughts in my mind
They stick around and I find

It's difficult to believe in my worth
To be believe in what I'm made of

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