My thoughts sway
Every which way
Like the shorelines they brush up against
Oh no, it’s happened again
My imaginations getting the best of me
History once has said that everything is as it seems
There’s no fooling me
Because I am seemingly impossible to read
If I don’t straight walk the sidewalk
I won’t be the yellow chalk fish
I won’t be your yellow chalk fish
Underneath the sea
So majestic and offensive
Drawing lines along legacy
Oh no, not again
My miseries taking the backseat
It’s an “everything as you imagined it to be” mystery
It won’t shake the sea
We’ll see
Because I am stretching out the possibilities
If I don’t straight walk the boardwalk
I won’t be the yellow chalk fish
I won’t be your yellow chalk fish
Underneath the sea
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