covered with clouds
no longer allowed
narrow road plowed
hidden in the crowd
and can't find my face
just want to be
sometimes not me
the one that I see
set my mind free
and no time to erase
the words on the wall
sputter and stallone man and I am small
if I trip I can crawl
far from this place
don't know where I will go
not much to show
whatever I know
the river will flow
I will find my own space...
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