Call me chaotic
Dramatic, Sporadic
I know who I am, and I don't want to be
Be more then the seen, unseen
Call it a matrix, dream of dreams in dreams
Turn that frown upside down
Big brother's up there watching
Stop slouching, and mopping
Turn that frown upside down
Live through the tears of a clown
Like every human being
I wanna be seen, more then seen
Only natural instinct
I wanna love and be so
Cycle of life, a record on repeat
Hukuna matta
So is it any wonder feel the way I do?
It's not me, I mean it
Mother Nature's, the one playing
Straight as an arrow through the narrow
Take too much off the sides,
This closet is suffocating
See you,
Jacketed like that shadow your clinging
Signs are blatant, Stop sign!
Flashing red, and train horn blowing.
Electric like that neon hair
Strikes me, straight through the narrow
Stops my heart, oh that be too easy
It's broken in two.
Any wonder to feel the way I do?
Any wonder?
Caught 'tween a rock in someplace hard.
Caught 'tween you and me.
It's narrow and confining, just like closet lining.
Narrow as your gaze, staring at what's here.
It's narrow, you can't see me in your rear.
Caught 'tween a rock and someplace hard.
Don't wanna get you caught, like a fish.
Catfish!
Don't wanna step down.
Don't wanna, Don't know what to do.
YOU ARE READING
Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
