Left Turn

My feet
Are too big
My brain too small
I wish I were her
Not me at all
They say I'm not right
And not right is wrong
The line is there
But I am here
To get back on their track
I'm not allowed to look back
So what should I do?
Be stuck like glue?
To a world of this not that
Maybe that is for me
No one can tell
That should be an option
Unless I decide that is not well
I want to move
As I choose
So I'm not making a right
I'm making
The first left in sight.





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