I fear understanding
you can't understand me
that's fine
No, one can
I'm just a jumble mess of a fruit salad
and you wonder what each piece is
is that watermelon?
nope that's a very strange strawberry, I think some one took a bite and put it back in
Does that not make sense?  I hope so I tried to make sense
but if I just let myself go and talk and talk and talk
well it's hard to think, hmm will you understand these words of mine?
or are you just smiling and agreeing to be nice(even though I think that's pretty rude of you)
Open and understanding of the things around me, it's hard to know what to do
what is the right thing for me to do
There's people out there smoking all sorts of things
There's people studying all the things they want to know
people becoming drug dealers, people becoming doctors
Hmm, can't I just be Michael?
Yup, I think that's the one for me
You'll just write a poem instead of doing either of those things
it's easier that way
become successful? naw bro, I"ll just become a poet
and when I become old and gray and eventually pass away
many years after that fateful departure
I will become the most famous out of all these people
All of them, just because I chose to write and write and write
random things, that when I'm no longer there to explain what they mean
people will be able to ponder, hmm I think this one is about a dragon(none of my poems are about dragons, although maybe I'll write one now)
People will get all my writings wrong wrong and more wrong
the longer I am dead the more mysterious my writing will be become
My fragmented words will begin to mean new things
and further off the trail those people will be
and more a genius they will think I am, even though they will have just read a poem about a dragon.