you may be saturday's child all grown

moving with a pinch of grace

you may be a clown in the burying ground

or just another pretty face

you may be the fate of ophelia

sleeping and perchance to dream

honest to the point of recklessness

self-centred to the extreme

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try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,

mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery,

got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me

about the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.

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