With empty beer can in my hand,
watching the ship sailing while walking on the sand
I sing “I am born this way” in the own words of Gaga
“How I wish I was different” is my daily saga.
In me,My parents lost their hope
during the times when I started listening to music pop.
Their only son, I was the apple of their eye
wonder why parents’ expectations were so high.
May be I have a genetic disorder without goals & dreams.
In my head, I still could hear the loud screams.
After a puff of marijuana I say “please talk to me” to my brain
and it tells me its unfinished tails like insane.
Sitting in one place and staring at the sky so blue,
wonder why I am so weird I have no clue
Meditating I lost myself to the psychotic thought
of girls dancing in their bikinis, I was the only man rowing the boat
Watched the waves come rolling, dancing and mocking
yelling I tell them to stop; their behavior annoying.
When the familiar smoke hits my brain again,
I dance through the cold shivering rain.
Like the ship, sooner or later, I am a goner,
Wont be missed, wont be mourned as I am an out lander.
I will be free from all the fake bondage and heavy baggage
eager to meet all people in hell speaking all language.
I know sooner or latter I am the goner
Wont be missed, wont be mourned, as I am an out lander……
Good one š Sad feeling said in a cool way…
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Thank you megha
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Hi Sylvia..This is so beautiful.. š
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Thank you Marjorie:)
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