I don't know what,
or Who
I wasn't right in my mind
It's like I split
...in two.
Left and right,
out and in
Down, and up,
and in a spin
Outside, inside,
double trouble
Steppin' in and out
my bubble
Lookin' in and passing out
On and off the roundabout.
There's more than one of me,
I know.
Some to hide,
and some to show.
All the others
take their turn.
They come and go,
we live and learn.
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