It was something to do with what
He was programmed to do
That made him laugh and enjoy himself
To the absolute full
Not caring what society perceived
What was and was not cool
He did not give a monkey’s
That he was known as the village fool
Don’t let the rule into your head
Too many people act like they’re dead
Do not listen to the thoughts that are said
Dreams can exist outside your bed
For a long, lonely time he battled
To fulfil his relationship with abnormality
That in itself pushed his behavioural patterns
Way beyond anybody
Not thinking that others had eyes
To compliment sarcastically
He believed success was a strive
For private pure individuality
Do not let your bull see the red
Too many clowns get too easily fed
Do not drink from the river of lead
Dreams and life are there to be wed
Nights never ending were beginning
To take their toll
All that playing around
Living rock and tumbling roll
Not reasoning to look a little deeper
Into the well of his soul
He knew he was not born
To live his life on the spiritual dole
Do not let dark feelings invade
Too many bright stars can fade
Do not live for just getting laid
Dreams come true and get paid
Fortunately for him the boy
Was destined to realize his role
Thanks to that kiss he took
From the ugly beautiful mole
Not asking how he managed
To jump the highest pole
He emerged intact
From the all-time blackest hole
Do not let techno control the rave
Too many losers don’t deserve to be saved
Do not go into your underground cave
Dreams are the tip of the tidal wave
Cheers!
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