Looking at the fish in the stream
swimming not where they seem
Are you in a dream
of your own choosing?
The birds who sing before the first light
Have they eaten during the night
have you had the breakfast
of your own choosing?
The air sometimes heavy sometimes mist
Sometimes you must control your own fist
have you loved the person
of your own choosing?
The maker of the cord of the string
The guitar sometimes feels like a sting
have you sung the song
of your own life?
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