Here in my head lies confusion
Every thought holds its intrusion
It makes puzzles out of air
Patterned complications leaving nothing bare
Everything seems a twisted mind game
Murderous and dark and without shame
Maybe that’s all the “real world” will hold
And they expect us to do what we’re told.
They chose fate for us, or so they thought
Maybe they just didn’t expect to be fought
Maybe they thought we’d lay down and die
They didn’t expect us to leap up and fly.
But why did it seem so easy?
Isn’t this supposed to make me feel queasy?
Why instead do I feel so close to nothing
When I sighted down, they thought I was bluffing
Their eyes got wide when they realized I was not
Now they huddle in corners, eyes bloodshot
Now the rest have lives dreary and bleak
I guess they were wrong when they thought I was weak.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Here in my head lies confusion
Every thought holds its intrusion
It makes puzzles out of air
Patterned complications leaving nothing bare
Everything seems a twisted mind game
Murderous and dark and without shame
Maybe that’s all the “real world” will hold
And they expect us to do what we’re told.
They chose fate for us, or so they thought
Maybe they just didn’t expect to be fought
Maybe they thought we’d lay down and die
They didn’t expect us to leap up and fly.
But why did it seem so easy?
Isn’t this supposed to make me feel queasy?
Why instead do I feel so close to nothing
When I sighted down, they thought I was bluffing
Their eyes got wide when they realized I was not
Now they huddle in corners, eyes bloodshot
Now the rest have lives dreary and bleak
I guess they were wrong when they thought I was weak.
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