The Lancean Specificity

Not Just Me


Not very well dressed and my chest is not the best
And I might not be what I might have been

A little shorter than I was supposed to be
A little older than I thought I was
A little disappointed maybe now and then

A little bit of everything just me

Immature as ever though never mind the rest
I am what I am why not just because

And happy that I am I am happy to know
You come along with me here as I go
Nowhere but everywhere and back around again

I turn you return we do as life does
And feel the real a wheel within a wheel as we

A little bit of everyone and not just me

+Steven Curtis Lance



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