Never have I been the least bit sane,
Nor have I ever stooped to feign to 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’m the road
Going in both directions all at once.
You see the path I’m on is barely 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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