Trying to understand my identity’s subtle ideology,
hoping I could foresee my own wealth as a prophecy
—as a mind tells me I’m a prodigy.
But around certain people;
      [it’s an Anomaly.]

I pray more so to be a better leader to all
my successes, so they all can follow me,
While playing out life on time’s court; waiting
on all of my choices that judge me so much.
One day they’ll honour me,—
like raising wine glasses, after my tears cried
their red, of a harsh found maturity;
After times of losing the sense of common sense,
       [often times, known uncommonly.]

I used to live for laughs; making disrespectful jokes;
I stopped to listen to what the world had to say; —
just more disrespectful jokes in turn,
in this life of sickening comedy.
Probably why I won’t let the world force
me to be, what it wants me to be
Living as the glitch to a broken system,
for when you choose to live out of the world
      [we’re all its Anomaly.]