there's little parts
                              scattered about
                              placed randomly
                              what you'd call a mess
                              but in perfect harmony
                              

organized now*
                              everything in its place
                              but there's not a place for me
                              so i sit among the system
                              being whatever i am; just to see

                                                                                                           if i really fit in with everything
                                                                                                           forever dreaming to *be
                                                                                                           forever young; a kid once more
                                                                                                           disorganized and criticized freely

without a care in the world