light as a feather stiff as a board, my heavy iron club fighting off all of the hoards.
these hoards and hoards,of uncontemporary whores who chose to explore the elementary thoughts that i adore.
so simple is the concept that i collect, constantly correcting my every single step.
except for the fact that i cant accept how i regret my lack of intellect.
and just be simpl-y me so that i can see what it is that i be.
so amused by how confused and disillusioned, i am from these contusions caused by the low, high i like to get when i take my hits and hit my takers and say fuck fakers, fuck compacters, counter reactors, and even fuck the factors.
i really like my might to remain out of sight so that maybe i might try to be just as high as thee and just as low as those who have chosen to lay with their foes, laying in their enemies clothes, trying to be just like thee when all they need is to be like me
not me as in the way i play, but me as in the way i repay and react while keeping tact and completely in-tact
please dont get me wrong, and if you get me, sing along, to this song to this message that i truly must confess as the greatest and the worst verse of any verse i ever wrote or ever thought
or any thought i ever brought to your attention did i mention that i feel as though im in suspension or digression from the impressions and the marks the world has marked as i embark upon this dark and dreary path
can i not laugh? can i not smile for a while no matter how much it hurts?
does it make me crazy, does it keep me sane, believing its not my heart, and all i have is a brain? why must i hide this hard felt shield, is it not real?
whats my deal?