Not willing to give in
To so much and everybody
To all the status of the world
Or to all the ideas and thoughts
Gravitating to all
But if you don't
How will you make sense
With fancy words?
I don't know
Finery can only get you so far
Beauty can only hold you for so long
Eventually
You'll just need to be rational
And nothing else
But again
Where's the fun int that
Or is that again something unimportant
To enjoy life
Or let it fall
I want to be one of those people
Who knows how to live
Who can slip out of the chain and back in
But not be a radical
Or a genius
Or a celebrity
I don't need to be known
Then again I do
My hands hurt
I want to change people
Help them
Nothing more
Nothing less
One change can suffice
One thing for the better
But I won't see that
Will I feel it?
No I don't feel much
You know I wanted to do music
It really fuels me
Gives me a sense of direction
Then again I'd also love to write
If only if only
But what is it to be a good writer?
Is it to relay what you see?
Well who wants to see that
And even if you relay what you see then they'll all see it different so
I don't know
Who really does right
And then again
Who cares