I'm on a role, don't stop me now!
Philosophy streaking out of my mouth,
No one is listening and yet,
The universe has heard me.
Wondrous is the day
When I can wander about unknown,
Unscathed, un-soothed and know
That everyone is okay with that,
Or is it just me?
It could be that the world has waited
For the day when I would make sense
Of all the little things that
Confused the hell out of me
When I was growing up. I've changed,
And yet, not for the better,
Or so I'm told every waking moment of my life by the world.
“You're not perfect, you're not pretty,
You're not normal, you're not simple,
You are too complex a person for us to have to deal with right now.”
Shut out once again,
Why, I believe that makes me come out on top.
“Did I ask you to believe me, did I tell you to care?
Did I mention all my strife, did you feel the need to care?
You are too shallow to for the rest of the human race to want to know.”
I believe that evens up the score a bit more.
Although I've said too much,
I know that
I have truly not said enough.
There isn't enough words for the life conveyed before your eyes
But you can pretend that the universe hears you
Even though I am the only one who does,
The only one who will acknowledge what you have to say,
Degradation is what you spew,
Anticipation is what you lack.
You are a part of the human race,
And you're losing right now.