My past is just turning to future
My things are just coming their ways
No pianos to hide in my bushes
No count for my words and my days
My sky is of silver and orange
My ground is of yellow and gray
No mania to keep in my storage
No dementia to follow my way
My people are liking and loving
My animals live in my zoo
My feelings are craving and striving
My thoughts always know what to do
My love always cause many tears
My happiness is born from them
My someones are striking my fears
My no ones just don't give a damn
In my ginger dreams
Mine
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