Still seeking equilibrium
Day after second thoughts after
Day after tomorrow, filing through
Misconceptions, sorry-I-met-ya’s
Sorry’s never through,
Sorry wasn’t due.
Then on to page two,
And the invisible fondness,
And the language she speaks,
He speaks, they’re weak uneven
Twenty years plus one, twenty-five years times
Two, no two alike, no two who knew.
So square, who dare
Wear smiles, watch while I
Met ya, I met ya, and
Good is bad, and better is good
The weak speak mountains out of words
And crumble, those squares, they tear.
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