Life is what it is, for some it's this but
There's more than they realise in their own
Little huts, but who cares, fuck them, just let
Me do what I want, right or wrong, I own
My body and time's running out, so home
Is where I'm heading, gathering speed, and
I really am, so screw you, I'm alone
And your views to me are like shifting sand
When the sea comes in and I fall or stand
Either is OK but it's fun to not
Know which, but to see what happens, not moan
But laugh at it all, and to understand
That none of it makes sense so why get hurt
I decide, I reject, my aim is fun
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