I like to think I know it all,
I like to think I'm ace,
(Okay, I'm pretty awesome,)
But there's still some empty space.
I don't know where I'm going,
And I'm not in with the flow,
But I think I'm me, at least I hope,
I'll fit in where I go.
I just want to be outrageous,
But in the most subtle way,
And I want to let my colours fly,
Without the need to say.
I know that this was a waste of time,
But I'm not really sure,
If I'll end up doing naught but rhyme,
I don't think I want more.
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