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Fear?

Who have we got to be afraid of?

Besides ourselves, perhaps

Who knows, who cares?

What is there to say

When it’s all been said?

And we realize

That down the wrong path we’ve been led

Pressure, pressure, pressure

Coming from here and there

What to wear, for whom to care

I think the world’s nuts

How about you?

Do you fit in along with the rest?

Or do you have what it takes

To do your own thing?

Who can define normal?

What is that?

Someone’s ideas, that’s all

If we can’t break free

That’ll be our fall

Conforming to someone’s conception of reality

Has never appealed to me in the least

If we can’t separate ourselves

We are prisoners of society

Merely pawns of a corporate world

Who cares not of those who cannot afford

The newest and latest

Rather it has many followers

Who may not realize it

But are rising and falling like a tide

With every fad, style and craze.

WHO WILL STAND OUT?

WHO WILL RISE ABOVE?

Desire

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