not sure about this.
the style's not quite right,
the dress doesn't fit, the drumbeat is off,
her voice grates on me,
the carrots don't have enough sweetness,
it's greener over there, the sounds are purer
and they're different.
this is stale.
i need to turn the page, find another book,
take a right turn, run a red light and outrun
the police who have been on my heels so many years
trying to get me to run.
i drove the speed limit, followed the rules
kept the beat, watched the key signature
and played their tunes.
now it's time for me to make my own
music, i'm sure about that.
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