I wonder why
They don't call me insane
Dreams flair then flicker then flop
Realities change, traffic lights the same
Some carry on and some just stop
I wonder why
The grand marshal's dead but race is on
Bold brick walls and smooth silk sheets Still could not hide the dawn
Every day I wake for this blunderous sun
Every day I smile. My mirror does not
I wonder why
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