So I'm anxious, am I
about being a one-off
with qualities to match
the type parents would be proud of
So I'm depressed, am I
for being so together
well equipped and wholesome
a man of all seasons second to none
So I'm unloved, am I
why then the million
deceits ploys and wiles
to keep love estranged to me
So I'm unhappy, am I
do I not see the countless blessings
that makes me worthy
of all your attentions
show me the Dwayne
that has capture all your imagination
and live in your minds
to such a degree
Do they not say life is a play written by idiots
full of sound and fury signifying nothing
Should I not be gladdened and privileged
that I am not
one of those idiots
Nothing but crimes and self-deceptions
is really good or bad
only thinking makes them so
how good is your thinking