Life is Found
When tragedy strikes, I tear my clothes,
I sit in the dust, coughing and choking,
I've been living a long, drawn-out dream,
And this is not the time for joking.
In a world I can't mesh with,
Myself, is all I can bring,
I know I am somewhere on the list,
But prodogies are an every day thing.
Somehow I still live a normal life,
But this life seems so strange,
I don't feel like I fit in,
I feel well out of place.
Making a name for myself
Is less important than becoming a man,
Part of me wants to run,
But even more, I want to stand.
The reason why I don't fly,
I don't trust the landing.
My biggest fear isn't of the heights,
But, the fear of crashing.
At the bottom, I seem to lose my life,
But there I find who I am,
I'm not some brain or flesh,
No, I am not even a man.
My true self is behind my eyes.
I would take my sunglasses off for you,
So that you could see into my soul,
It'd fill you in on all the clues.
Sitting here, thinking long and hard,
I scratch my head at the conundrums,
My mind, always busy, overthinking,
Working hard putting together the puzzle.
If I could just sit back and relax,
Get back to some kind of normalcy,
I'm sure I can find the meaning of life,
Hidden somewhere very close to me.
I am the only one who can walk my walk,
My destination is somewhere in the distance,
But I'm going to enjoy every step,
Until I reach the end of this great existance.
When tragedy strikes, I tear my clothes,
I sit in the dust, coughing and choking,
I've been living a long, drawn-out dream,
And this is not the time for joking.
In a world I can't mesh with,
Myself, is all I can bring,
I know I am somewhere on the list,
But prodogies are an every day thing.
Somehow I still live a normal life,
But this life seems so strange,
I don't feel like I fit in,
I feel well out of place.
Making a name for myself
Is less important than becoming a man,
Part of me wants to run,
But even more, I want to stand.
The reason why I don't fly,
I don't trust the landing.
My biggest fear isn't of the heights,
But, the fear of crashing.
At the bottom, I seem to lose my life,
But there I find who I am,
I'm not some brain or flesh,
No, I am not even a man.
My true self is behind my eyes.
I would take my sunglasses off for you,
So that you could see into my soul,
It'd fill you in on all the clues.
Sitting here, thinking long and hard,
I scratch my head at the conundrums,
My mind, always busy, overthinking,
Working hard putting together the puzzle.
If I could just sit back and relax,
Get back to some kind of normalcy,
I'm sure I can find the meaning of life,
Hidden somewhere very close to me.
I am the only one who can walk my walk,
My destination is somewhere in the distance,
But I'm going to enjoy every step,
Until I reach the end of this great existance.
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