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Uncontrollably out there

With my punk attitude

And with no fear and not scared,

Uncontrollably thinking

In different ways to live

Rather than just existing,

Nothing worse than following

Much better to go your own way,

There’s so much more in being you

Keep guessing, so they don’t know

And then when they do,

You swerve And change direction

Leaving them surprised as they thought

They knew the truth of you,

But you were working undercover

With your unique punk mind,

That anarchic poet who doesn’t care

If the words I write doesn’t rhyme.