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Rainy Day

They tell you to do math
They want you to paint, sing, fly
Dance.
Okay, I’ll dance
And you get good at what you do
I’ll create a new world
All in your mind’s eye
Only in your mind’s eye
They tell you these things
And then change their minds
Never-mind, we’d rather you make a living
Do something useful
Run calculations
Fit your talents into this little box here
We’ll call it a major
Maybe you can choose two. Maybe.
If the world won’t spin for you
How will you dance?
They told you to be yourself
They told you to think outside the lines
But how far is too far?
Enough’s enough
Come back inside now.
Those talents are nice, my dear
But save them for a rainy day
They have no place here



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