Insanely perfect and perfectly insane
That's what they call me
As I record the lies that fill my head
From the beginning to middle
And middle to end.
And to what end?
To what beginning
And to what middle
And to whatever time period
I've gone out of my mind.
Please leave a message after the beep
And I'll get back to you when I get back
If I get back.
But now, I'm out
Out of my mind, out of my sanity
Out of my home, out of people to love.
So I'll get back to you, leave your message
The "me" that's somewhere inside
Is sure to answer sometime.
Some where, Some time, Some place, Some one
Else.
Isn't it always that way?
Else, what we all aspire for.
The grass is greener, I should be more like,
I want to be older, Just over there.
So I'm out, leave your message
Cuz I'm off to find my else
That everyone "else" thinks I should have
And I guess I believe them
Or I wouldn't be out of my mind.
But here I am and I'm over there
Or I was, but now I'm here
And you're over there
Have I got that part right?
You're watching me, shaking your head
Wishing I have never changed
But it was your idea.
Do you miss me now?
What is me and who are you?
When is now and where are we?
We...
Yes, I remember that...
It use to be we, us, but...
What happened?
I guess "we" found "else"
And "else" can't be "we".
So leave your message and I'll get back...
To you, of course.
Maybe I'll never get back my mind
But I'll get back to you.
I'm out though, so leave a message
And I'll remember.
I always remember...
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A day in the life of Araya
Poetry, random thoughts and anything else that might fit into an entry... Sparsely... So keep looking but I don't know how much I'll write...
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