Mix matched socks, Solve for x.
The answer is 7, I couldn't care less.
How would I get there, if x were a star?
A ladder of rainbows, imagination goes far.
Backpack of bricks, always being shown.
Spelling lesson: new word "Saxophone."
Sound it out, don't pretend to play.
Music class isn't til Wednesday.
If x is happiness, how would I find it?
If I happen to come across it, how would I sight it?
Some people say it's in money or power.
But I think it's hidden in a field of flowers.
When the sun sets, I see paint strokes in the air.
I lie in the grass and wonder who put them there.
Camera made of fingers, I capture the vision.
School gates keep creativity locked in a prison.
Sometimes I wish I could just let it run free,
Why can't x be what I want it to be?
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