Beckie in Canada

This is my garage, where I write about my four months in a place called Canada. Feel free not to read, and feel free to miss out on the awesomest freaking blog you'll ever come across. It's wickeeeed!

it takes a fool to remain sane

Whatever happened to the funky race? A generation lost in pace. Wasn't life supposed to be more than this? In this kiss, I'll change your bore for my bliss. Let go of my hand and it will slip out in the sand if you don't give me the chance to break down the walls of attitude. I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitide. And if you think I'm corny then it will not make me sorry, it's your right to laugh at me. And in turn, it's my opportunity to feel brave. Because ridicule is no shame, oh, it's just a way to eclipse hate. It's just a way to put my back straight. Oh, it's just a way to remain sane. Every morning I would see her getting off the bus. The picture never drogs, it's like a multicoloured snapshot. Stuck in my brain it kept me sane for a couple of years as it drenched my fears of becoming like the others who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids. And why is that? 'Cause they've forgotten how to play, or maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed, to seem strange, to seem insane, to gain weight, to seem gay. I tell you this; that it takes a fool to remain sane in this world all covered up in shame. So take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket, take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock. Nail Varnish, Arkansas, shimmy-shammy feather boa. Crackpot haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue. Do, do, do what you wanna do. Don't think twice, do what you have to do. Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide what you have to do, that's all there is to find. 'Cause it takes a fool to remain sane in this world all covered up in shame, oh, it takes a fool to remain sane.


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