If I was taller I might see
This better future you promised me.
If I was fitter I could run
To the place you said was much more fun.
But I'm short, too slow and much too slack
Halfway there and turning back
Where I started out seems like a dream
Now I'm stuck on this trip and I want to scream
nowhere is home, nowhere is me
I'm never where I want to be
No tribe, no clan, no place to rest
moving on, no home no nest.
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