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By Andrea L. Shandley
I'm living in a fish bowl,
and I think I'm growing gills.
I'm getting all misshapen,
and I still can't pay my bill.
Like a germ under a microscope,
they watch me every day.
They want to know what I'll do next,
and what I have to say.
I'm really not that special,
just an aging flower child.
I no longer have a green thumb,
and I'm really not that wild.
But I still hold tight to my beliefs,
as all good hippies do.
Of Freedom, love, equality,
Peace, goodwill, and communes too.
But which of these are so darn odd,
that they must study me?
For I'm merely a reflection,
of what I'll someday be.
To my personal piper, I dance down life's path.
His music's so soothing and fine.
And the more they complain about all my bright colors,
the more rainbows I'll leave behind!
I'm living in a fish bowl,
and I think I'm growing gills.
I'm getting all misshapen,
and I still can't pay my bill.
Like a germ under a microscope,
they watch me every day.
They want to know what I'll do next,
and what I have to say.
I'm really not that special,
just an aging flower child.
I no longer have a green thumb,
and I'm really not that wild.
But I still hold tight to my beliefs,
as all good hippies do.
Of Freedom, love, equality,
Peace, goodwill, and communes too.
But which of these are so darn odd,
that they must study me?
For I'm merely a reflection,
of what I'll someday be.
To my personal piper, I dance down life's path.
His music's so soothing and fine.
And the more they complain about all my bright colors,
the more rainbows I'll leave behind!
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