look at you with your far-off gaze and your laughing eyes and your aloof physique what a clever calculation
you must be so different from the rest of us so misunderstood in your quiet vastness aloneness yes, you're a special one
look at you climbing tree tops and balancing beams they believe you're strange, a free spirit, a wanderer
what a ******* lie, telling the world you bear a shield, set your silent lips into a smirk that says ******* while the wrinkles of your forehead beg pardon, beg company, beg stay stay
look at you clinging to your ******* wooded towers climbing for dear life look at your fear you are no wanderer, different from the children below you flee your demons just the same
You, i name you coward.
fear love and loathing (i owe you hunter s. thompson)