Wish I could think like a moron,
I would have been no hero,
I would have been no hero,
Nor am I.. Nor do I wish to..
Then why do I live if I am no different?
Difference in mind,
Is no difference..
All I in my heart and soul,
Is an altering nuisance
I owe my life to myself..
I go by my instincts..
I love being different,
I name love .. but it stings..
Notions of life are all blurred,
Give me a soul who is SURE,
I am no writer,
Its juxtaposed fatigue that breeds..
