Funny how I see 

Money that’s not me

Flowing in the thousands

For an animal I did not see 

Beautiful pattern 

Undutiful plan 

That shifts the paradigm 

As I freeze in time

Flowing ahead 

I could’ve stopped dead

I could’ve fled and sped

But in my head I died 

A hundred times over

Zebra, I’m stealing your pattern

Revealing my true colours

Control is gone, rolling in the dirt 

Flirting with the law

As I claw back to life

Got scissors in my hand

But I know they’re just knives that got married

Should I cut or should I not

Sometimes I feel taught  

But oftentimes I feel wronged. 


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