its raining outside
the girl beside me chatters
dylans singing
a kid hums
my stomach growls
phones crying
cars reversing
chair squeaks
mom yells
aeroplane flying
footsteps
coins
drums
all these noises in my head
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When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what the man has to say
For it isn't your father or mother or wife or husband
Whose judgement upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may think you a straight shootin' chum And call you a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you are only a bum
If you can't look at him straight in the eye
He is the fellow to please,never mind all the rest
For he is with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous,difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on you
thank you
good one... initial reactions of mine were: olrite its gonna be a long read tryin to connect all these words. And then it ended and I was thinkin damn anti-climax... and then i realised brialliant... awesome...
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