Jazz
Losing myself among the fold,
Becoming as the men of old.
I am now such like a dead fish.
I continue to follow society's wish.
But things will change,
And as my emotions range,
I can see the light.
The light that might
Set me completely free
Of who it looks like I'll be.
And open up my life
Away from pain and strife.
Bouncing rhythms and light-hearted song
Keeps my day and life happily moving along.
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