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I can do whatever I want to
It's brand new
Crisp and clean
Ready to made a mess of
Or to have fun
Maybe scrapped completely
Or kept in my heart
Till the end of time
I can rhyme
Or I don’t have to
It’s all up to me
I'm in control for once
This is my domain
There are no rules
Or other peoples constraints
Set on me
I’m in complete control
There’s no one to tell me what is wrong
No one can tell me what is wrong with it
or to say
that whatever way I do this,
It'll blow up
in my face.
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Fingers dancing
On a keyboard
Or ballpoint pen
Pressed hard
Onto college ruled
Looseleafs
Loosely
Choosing
Different words
Not a big deal
If they don't fit
Completely;
Because I can change
The rhythm up
Because I’m in control
No one can tell me what to fix
I’m in control here
Written word is my best
Way
To freedom
These words
Are things I can never say to them
They’d tell me what is wrong with it
What is wrong with this
What is wrong with that
What is wrong with me
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