Hit the groove, kick the pavestone.
fly higher, i am the gingerman,
superman taking flight. i don't care
about the tears or the fear.
maybe i can be a grouch,
a regular debbie downer, not
always willing to save the village.
i try, i attempt to beat flint with
a stick and burst into flames.
townspeople don't understand.
they lack the empathy to wrap
minds around a difficult life,
saving their asses. instead i work
living in the shadows, coming out
to the sunlight, ready to face the
world.
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