To weird to fit in
To normal to not belong
Are made of
O me, oh my
The scent of burning sandalwood
beside the people’s transcribe
Not a care is given
By the by and by
Sometimes it’s felt like more than enough
Doors are closing
Faster then you think
Life’s a briefly drifting breath
And to all those who have believed
I’m more than enough assured of
Everly after’s awe-inspired day
The idea I get.
The sensations are lost.
Maybe there will be a time in the future
Where I don't feel so crossed.
The power within always understands
Its all knowing vincible existence
Our lives ride upon the surface of lands
The matter condensed to this point, its stance
I am thinking a thought within its choice
The thought is contained and held within me
I hear the voices, the voices rejoice
There remains a place where all things must be
I think a thought I thought I once had thought
There is a start where all beginnings roam
At my door a stranger, trice timed, yet knocked
We figure out what there is to have known
I realize excruciatingly slow
That somethings lie; inevitably so
While I’m still finding myself.
And where were you?