How it’s hard to be a person.
Lesson One.
Being one.
It’s fun when you’re a kid because mischief is cute, but now you wear a suit and “funerals” is in your vocabulary and there’s never peace of mind and you’re always weary for the times when you make a mistake because being an adult means you have to be great 100% of the time... unless you’re out of your mind in which case it’s legally forgivable, but you’ll never get back the friends who were critical and that brings us to
lesson two. Cynical.
Making friends.
Making friends is hard in this bizarre world of mine. As an adult you never have the time. You don’t know who to trust. If it’s the opposite *** it must be lust, right? I mean that’s all we’re ever told. Fight for the right to make out. The brave and the bold always go for the gold whenever lips are involved. Same *** is just as bad. It’s sad really. Hyper masculinity & competitive-ism run amok. It’s just our luck that we’re taught to be different but also to never give a ...
“Who cares if things are bad. Now let’s not get political. So you’re saying that when you were young you were proud to be whimsical. A trait that you developed. It’s personality? Well personally I think it’s weird. Originality? What are you queer?”
You see the point I’m trying to make? You don’t? Well for goodness sake, open your eyes. You think I’m not trying? You’re lying to yourself if you think this is easy.
Putting it all on paper.
Being an instigator.
They’ll say “see you later” for sure, but you bet they never will.
Alienated for the views of loving everybody.
It’s hard to be human.

Step into the spotlight.
You just might show us something that we like.
You've got talents for days.
It's not over, you're a supernova.
Show us, teach us to not roll over.
Inspire me.
I could use some new motivation.
Set fire to the sea.
We call that innovation.
I know I suffer from procrastination but step into the spotlight and you could be the next sensation.

Marno T. Rupert had nothing to lose, or so he thought as he sat on the moon. He held he breath. He didn't want to die so soon.

Marno T. Rupert had only gotten his powers about an hour or so ago. What he didn't know is though the river flows so slow up unto this point he grew so small.
The waterfall slows his fall but, Marno T. Rupert learned nothing at all.

He jumped back to earth to examine his worth.
He felt lonely, being the one and only under the sun... the only son of a gun who got super powers.

Marno T. Rupert could jump over towers, but he felt like he wasn't particularly great or good.
He always was late and misunderstood.
He didn't like "fate" or his neighborhood.

And so...
He went back home.
He zipped his lips.
After all, Marno T. Rupert was a pacifist.

He decided to become a scientist, a friend to society even though he could throw a car for miles and meanwhile bounce bullets off his chest.
You see?
He was super but a man.
Changed his brain and used his pen.

I'm not crazy.
I'm just broken and hazy on whats truth, and whats lies.
Unspoken the feeling of bright colored eyes.
I changed with the times, I beat out these rhymes.
I don't commit crimes but I want to beat down heaven and bring it to earth, or bring hope to birth but not hope in a pope but hope in this curse of humanity.

I want to travel and unravel whats been made.
I want to bring home d-day and call a parade or maybe throw a grenade.
I just want to **** my mind or just unwind or maybe even... find myself?

I really want to find something worth finding.
Something worth more than wealth.

I don't have all the answers.
I just have my truth, that I can't hit undo no matter what I now choose and we all do what we do and if we don't at least try then we're royally *******.

So here is what I think.

Maybe the answer to "42" is "why not?".
Maybe the answer to "we lost" is "we fought!".
Maybe "lazy" people are just... broken.
Maybe politicians and lawmakers are outspoken!

Maybe, being "crazy" is just really knowing more than what we should like, we could be "on that level" but fear in the devil throwing a fit makes us commit to social norms and belief in reform.

I will not give into the eye of the storm. I will be reborn and rise like a phoenix up through the ashes and then destroy the classes and will not be undone.

I will light up the sky filled with a thousand glowing eyes to brighten the sun. I may die but all will say at least this dog did have his one.

Maybe I am crazy.
Maybe I'm not.
Maybe I lost this battle but I'll tell you what, I fought and I'll fight till the night and day gives me the right to say that I've won.