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A little lost, a little confused
A little heartbroken, a little bruised
Grateful and fortunate, yes
And yet, often rendered bemused
Too in over my head, too often misled
You'll figure it out soon, that's what they'd said
It's been years, I'm still here
Inching away farther each day instead
I stand watching, the world passes me by
Do I dare aim for the sky?
Can't find paradise on the ground
But what if I fall, worse, what if I fly
I could paint this town blue tonight
Come morning, it can go back to being bright
Tomorrow, I'll admire the rainbows and the sun again
Tonight, under the stars, of my woe, I write