Never have I been the least bit sane,
Nor have I feigned to ever be.
When I hear you say “Stay within your lane.”
Well, that just doesn’t make much sense to me.
Because I have no lane love, I’ve the road
Going in both directions all at once.
You see the path I’m on has not been strode.
There isn’t any other to confront.
But I should now expect this from you, dear.
You always underestimate me at your risk.
For I shall always triumph, do you hear?
And you will be left spinning like a disk.
There is no lane or path I will not take.
And thus I’ll leave you trembling in my wake.
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