Everyone stands Everyone must see You can't stand forever No one can please One who sits down with a purpose But no purpose to stand back up You're comfortable in your seat It warms you It comforts you It's unique to you Even more than
No one else is aware of the connection to this chair that you've built They do not acknowledge it They do not question why you sit while they stand Hand in hand Everything seems fine in the end But then you realize You do not wish to stand Nor command a hand of your own
In this seat, You see the world from a different perspective Your friends from a different height Your love from a different heart What a sight. Most would stand up with a purpose That being to never see the world from that angle again Some don't stand And question the consequences within their brain And remain Some can't even leave the seat
And so, they sit They watch the world move around them They watch the good and the bad Not being able to do anything to respond Traumatized But yet, they wait with hope that some will ask them to stand That some will entice them with new purpose Some even have the world lift them from their seat Others, Hospitalized Hypocricized, Others remain in the seat where they theorize it's what's criticized down to the size What a treat. It's where they breathe Such a feat The world knows this And let's them stay in the seat Only to move the heat when they leave the world alone
And so they drone: "Minus one."
Some people take seats away from the world Back to where they know it's safe It's where they feel comfort The world can't disturb them in these seats But when they can't sit anymore They have no reason to stand The world won't help them up No matter what you planned Soon enough by far You don't want to leave this seat You thrive off of your knowledge Knowing you won't leave You continue to create reasons to stand But you can't be deceived You can hear the world You can see the world Songs from birds that can not fly But they don't know you're still sitting.
They think you're already standing Gone to join them There's no reason to go find you You remain seated Conflicting yourself and denying everything you know At this point, Can you still stand Even for show? Will someone ever help you grow?
Did you ever even want to stand?
You wait in your seat But help never arrives But the world has a question A beckon The world walks over to you with arms closed A curious mindset and a simple reckon
The world wants to borrow your seat for someone that wanted to sit But the world doesn't help you stand up They just hope you'll take the hit But you can't You can't answer the world And the world has no reason to answer you So with nothing so true You stand anew from blue answering the request of the world's shrew It is here you take your one breath to contest the world's best request Heart set You've curled And to the world you've blatantly hurled A wisp An answer A silhouette And yet
I know that I can fall asleep in arms that aren't my own but every time I wander off I end up in your throne yet what's a king if folly be the only thing he seek for I have heard the things he said when I was out of reach his life commands a part of him I will not dare to claim and all of it is more to him than I have ever been my blood has boiled long enough for me to let the green be something that was part of what I didn't want to be so there he is and here I am - an almost circle's ring I can't recall a single day remembering a thing