Sometimes,
We feel like,
1 in a thousand chimes,
or a spoke on a bike.
We dont know what to be,
How to grow, Or what to see,
We find a hero,
Someone to follow,
to know,
to copy.
But why?,
Why let go of our inner shine
Why be a strand of 1 million on a line,
When we are unique and original.
We just have to wait for the call
So the next time
you feel like a rag,
Or drifting in the air like a bag
Just wait 4 the cue
to be Totally U
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