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What Did I Do?
Why will I never fly?
Did I do something that offended the sky?
What emotion can I call my own?
Or have they been scraped from the bone?
I breathe and move, but do I live?
Is this my life, what do I have to give?
What would I give up?
To drink of your cup?
I write emotions down.
But, not one is mine!
Even when I smile I frown.
Am I any better than swine?
The doors are locked tight.
I have all but given up this fight,
And dream of fading into the night.
Do you even know my name?
Or heard of my fame.
I think it’s all a dumb game!
But to you it’s all the same.
Casper McConkie
11/21/97
