Undeclared

Lay down and relax
wasn’t lax on laboring
just standing on the sidewalk, an obvious obelix
frantic hands tend to make clumsy work
I never said I was normal,
I might be a little hormonal
I might be a little conceptual
I just don’t know what I want
I might be just a cave man
wanting the fundamentals: fire, shelter, scraps
I might be just a renaissance man waiting for the next galliard dance
But where there is fortune and fame
there is always hands and mouths
and peircing eyes
I might be cowering in the corner
I might be basking in the moonlight

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