Stirring slow
No idea where to go
Looking round
Run aground
Not myself you know
Everything's grey
Not like colourful yesterday
Don't understand
Time turns to stand
From myself I stray
Need elasticity
Not complicity
Find my spark
Of electricity
Rouse myself
Get off of this shelf
Stamp my feet
Shouting 'Be yourself'
The clock ticks by
I wonder why
Where this came from
Hope this troublesome
Won't leave me high and dry
But when I step outside
Of my own divide
To turn and face
Myself, and embrace
Every drop of my pride
Find my elasticity
In all it's simplicity
Light that spark
Of electricity
Shake this slack
Get back on track
Jump to my feet
I'm bouncing back
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