I am not a lonely man,
Yet their are times when my mind screams,
Because my home, it feels empty,
And my life lacks real theme.

I am not a bad man,
Yet their are times when I can yell;
'You've broke my heart, you've tripped my mind,
You can burn in hell.'

I am not a daft man,
Yet their are times when my thoughts cease;
To figure from the start of things,
Would destroy my inner peace.

I am not the smartest man,
Yet at times my mind will speed.
From start to stop, the pages turn;
I devour what I read.

I am not the coolest man,
Yet to me, that means next to none;
I am and will be who I want,
From myself, I will not run.

I may be a free man,
Yet I lock myself to screens;
I lock myself to schedules,
I lock myself to teams.

I lock myself to a world which says,
'To yourself, you will not bend.
For me you will do anything,
And to yourself,
You will not tend.'

I lock myself to thoughts and feel,
That cause me to believe,
For some incandescent reason,
I owe the world, and weave,
Into the fabric of the rest,
I work for bigger goals.

For me the bell sits silent,
But for the rest, the bell does toll.