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Shift

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Unpredictable
Not bi-polar
(cause bi-polar has a schedule, yo)
Who Am I?
Ever changing from moment to moment
Seeming as if there is no real center
That it all pulls back into
Shift in
Shift out
Look within
Look without
Outside looking in
Inside looking out
Confidence one minute
To be followed by doubt
Walking a line
Between estrangement and acceptace
No future plan is definite
'cuase who I am now
shapeshifts
Don't ask why or how
Is it the way of the Tao?