I
do to much; seems that’s often all I’m capable of doing; and I desperately
wish I didn’t; and if I didn’t I was wishing I did. Nothin’ and no one can
win against me. . . More so myself;
J – the reality vs JJ – the public persona.
J – The troubled teenager; Anti-social, thoughtful, knows nothing and wants to
go home.
JJ – The funny guy; always knows everything, always capable of making’
people happy, sarcastic but in a nice way. Though holds grudges against stupid
people and actually enjoys pulling’ ‘some’ people below himself to stomp
upon. An’ no words touch/hurt him.
It’s a battle in which the winner isn’t clear; one in the same they both
win; they both loose. . . .
They both are never really there.
This is the first time I’ve ever got this far in writing about my thoughts;
and how hard they taunt.
But I don’t know.
The J in me wishes to leave; I don’t want to be here writing this,
I don’t want you to be here reading this.
Why are you anyway?
The action of thought again; just another haunt.
I remember when I was a kid; I’m sure I didn’t think and see things for what
they are physically;
a life in denial
a life open not read as another paper work file.
My heads so vile; building upon the thought; a high pile
Here comes the rhyme
Watching each second; each movement in time
These words
My words
How absurd
if
only you heard
You’d
listen
And my eyes just wouldn’t glisten
I know there’s something
Something that’s missing
Something without condition
The drops are missing from this muffin
I no longer what to be a freeman
Your willingly my demon
So in the land which is free;
Come cross our boundaries
Kidnap me; imprison me
In which is free.
Am I wrong or am I right? I don’t know what to think, or what to do; or what
to do about thinking.
But as long as I have thought I’ll have words.
As long as I have thought I’ll have pictures
I’ll always have me