I lay in a place so deep it freezes out fear
Clayed in arid, felonious, and a little rebellious
Surely I must be empathetic what else would I be
I have closed my eyes to many times just to think
But this time I'm not so sure I would want to open them again if they ever close
I'm not to label myself extraordinary or abnormal, weird and antisocial
Too many people, one idiom so popular it's a trend
But I can't say I live in a world for the normal or the weird
I can't define my world or thought I have
My thoughts aren't meager life dreams and global domination
They superceed pretext of destiny and pathways to leaders
I hang between the colours of life, that's not to say I'm grey
But sometimes It's a good thing to be a shade of two different colours
Bouncing from word to word my lines confuse you like a glitch of some sort encrypted in a delusional mind
sigh
It confuses me too