It seems half of what I seenwas only meant to benfor someone elsenbut it aint menI don't believe in much fatenwell maybe some of the timennNow the other half I foundnwhile messing aroundnwith my own intuition,non my own steady groundnI work with what I willnand I work with what I've gotnnYou know stealing is appealing,nbut a thief I'm notnnIt seems half of what I findnis only for a peaceful mindnThat I never wanted,nIs that such a crime?nI like to struggle in my daynwell maybe some of the timennNow the other half I foundnon someone else's groundnRight where it belongs,nComplacently soundnI work with what I will,nand I work with what I've gotnnYou know stealing is appealing,nbut a thief I'm notnnSometimes even steady groundnhas the tendency to crumblenor so I've foundnbut maybe it's differentnmaybe this timenI'll find my own reflectionnand we'll walk that line