Don’t you just feel like something is missing Like a breath of fresh air that leads to reminiscing About that time where you were kissing The one wondering if there was something missing From him from her from you, not sure, and it leads to some hissing From rattle shakes to rattle snakes playing games to laying blame The venom quakes through it mistakes you for them You can’t take truth, but it breaks you and your heart too, you pretend “No, there’s nothing missing” shifting from the kiss thing to not even being your own friend Reality reflects that fact back at-you like a sneeze but a metafive couldn’t even bless you, please So you just go on with the metaphors missing a piece to the puzzle As you tussle with the metamorphoseasons Your metamorphoseizing with abundance of reasons to struggle life is like a stagnant puddle life is like a box of chocolate truffles without a picture key to tell me what’s inside as I workout my faith like a muscle Playing with similes hoping that if I poke an eye out it would at-least make you smile, or simle Atleast if I leave the left "I" out of simile, it makes a smile but it simultaneously left "I" out from We So humanity would be without me really being me so smile! Please! Wow, so that means I am insisting that dismissing my being would’ve been freeing if only my simileing would bring smiling but with my being goes my meaning thinking that pretending would be freeing when its only impeding leading you to realize that nothing was ever missing from anything at all But its up to you to make the call Noone can convince you of the truth, but you Noone can do what excites you like you No two can be you, you know its true Use the earth as your womb to begin anew Because the world needs more of you being you its okay to be you Thank you for being you