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my own little world

sometimes I wake up late at night

alone in my own little world

being ever so quiet, so that others don’t take fright

so I can be alone in my own little world

my world is so peaceful and quiet and calm

as everyone else dozes on

no one else being the wiser

of what goes on before the sun

it’s the time I take for reflection

looking back to days gone by

hoping that I didn’t miss the message

taking note that I must always try

now as I sit here quietly

there’s one thing I must know

the proper turn one must make

for the direction I’d like to go

and if I find the answer

there’s one thing that’s for sure

my little world won’t waver

as I sneak again out that door

22 February 1997