Not adhering to Society
Christened a Misfit immediately
If looked upon actively
Society not ready for them actually

Appreciate the Misfit with enthusiasm and curiosity
Degrade him with critisism
Is the completely Wrong policy

Faith in imitation
Totally wrong orientation
Faith in origination
Chequered flag for rightful direction

Contribution the measure
For the reward and success we treasure
Reaction to the obstacle a feature
More important than the obstacles nature

Rage wears the soul
Anger turns you into the wrong mould
Acknowledge your feelings as told
Move ahead by being bold

I forget, I forget,
that we share the same world,
that we’re in the same realm,
because all of your letters
are postmarked from hell

And to think these precious lives around us
breathe your air,
and have smelled your cigarette skin,
and are your next of kin -

oh, what a comical life we live in

He rides in loudly, and all at once
Like a hurricane healed to summer air
I have never been more grateful for the violence
I’m barely awake,
I haven’t yet popped my arms and legs back into place
But when coming from his mouth,
I am made of marble,
I was never truly bent nor asleep  

I will never have anything better to do
Than watch as you lock into your armor
Cradling, for the needy day,
That which you have given to only me

You gave me enough space
You gave me enough time
For me to finally realize
You were never going to be mine