Overlooked
I am underestimated
They call me crazy no matter
what I do, but I hate to say that
my reality is different
I talk a lot, but I don't say much
Friends depend on the day
and everybody talks
The greatest advantage of speaking the truth
is not having to remember what was said,
too bad I'm seen as a blonde thats dumb
Earth is nice, but I spend most of my time in space
I wander while I wonder
yet realize more than could be noticed
Turning my can'ts into cans
and my dreams into plans
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