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Building and building
Like a stormy sea
It brings confusion
Delusion
And ultimate illusion
It pushes
It forces
It pleads compliance
What could it be
That drives this condition
If I knew
I wouldn't be in this position
A woman could take my reigns and
Direct my power
Like the sun opening a morning flower
Copyright ©2002 Lowell Dean Dodson