The Neighborhood



All I see is Gold in the beam,

We step to drive, to where we lead,

Believe me, about this beam, we have our ups

So we don’t drown

A dozen ducklings, the ugly one too,

Together we move,

Now the circus,

Once a zoo,

Our vision can become truth


More on the way from this beamed,

Positive with plenty of cheese

Making it through, everyday,

We don’t choose

Fingers crossed, we make our mark

Dodge the sharks, instinctively

Maybe your dirt is worth more than you think.


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