Pen and pad,
Nothing but blue lines,
No watch, so all I have is due time.
Feeling for my own path like I'm walking blind,
It's hard to stand straight without a spine.
Trying to pay my own way without a dime,
Try staying in your own lane without signs.
Looking through the windows of life without blinds,
This is the real me, not just rhymes.
Happiness, I've yet to find,
Because I had to grow without a base,
The lone watermelon without a rime.
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