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I wrote a song for every key
It isn't you, it isn't me
One size fits all, but it's never snug
-A giant Mu'umu'u like a rug
We sit together uncomfortably
In a home-spun prison of mediocrity
Until a primal force erupts from inside
Instinct for independence cannot be denied
A voice cries out, breaking into melody
In a cadence and rhythm rudimentary
Yet novel and evolving, it strains into shape
Tearing the fabric of conformity to escape