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Possibly, Maybe

Thatís how it goes these days
It used to be idealism  
Now itís mind play and where it fits in the brain jar
I was never easy to understand
There are always things I want to say
But if I go there, Iíll be asked to explain
Defining it is like trying to grab a blob of mercury
You know how that goes
So letís leave it all up in the air
It sits like you looking pretty
I still have plenty of mojo
Like a complex whiskey, neat, water if you must
Written by PoetSpeak
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