Frogs sits on logs,
If you follow the bogs；
Dead to both eyes,
Going for the prize；
With the outlook ungood,
My mandalas not for food；
Children sitting on edge of well
Are their mothers burning out as hell
I'm the last frog pushing from drinker
I'll make it over more jumping higher.

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Only my inner child can I tell the true；
Now that my friends dont like its clue.
Trying the mirror to know how i show
Preparing for the wife i'm yet to know
I want to do this,Just lemme see,
To free myself once again to be,
Who I was long ago,maybe a bit；
Before the world had its say in it,
I'm sick of angels and stars' wishes
I want it to be a self-fulfilled prophecy!.