No Priority

I will not let you set the pace

Or allow you to make me feel

I will fight you for control

For anything that smells for real

I will not bow down to your theory

Nor will I open up my arms

I will resist giving you free range

And deny all your wicked charms

Make no mistake about these words

I will back them up with execution

I will stir the pot then step back

While I find a resolution

You can step over me if you like

You can do as you see fit

I understand the world does not revolve around me

But I can no longer take being last on the list

Now you see me

Now you don’t

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