Gone! Curiosity Gone!

Certainty is what we need!

Got no time to grow from seed!

You don’t follow, you will bleed!

You wanna drive an old car?

Name on a seat in an old bar?

You taken freedom too far!

Buddy, look at your clothes.

You ain’t one of those

Fortunates whom knows

If fashion’s cool, you frozen.

Not controlled by the season.

Fashion without reason.

New car just like the old car.

Still light blue with a gold star.

Apple, she fall but not far.

From the tree they prune from seed.

 

 

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