* to tell you a little detail,p
Irony To Me
since my realizations,
ive seen my horizons.
i knew myself then,
i just cant remember when.
i knew i have something,
i know i have everything.
you see, im all-knowing,
actually, im doubting.
i always knew what to do,
i divinely mastered the things-to-do.
i have all the answers, ask me.
i also have questions, pardon me.
im the ever-famous -from earth to sky,
and with that, i have all the reasons to be shy.
i just wonder why,
nevermind, i can always get by.
i bypass the moment,
i seize the moment.
thinking that i am thinking?
im saying what im blabbering.
never really thought about this.
commentary is complimentary
w hat i needed is your profitability.
i need to gain from you,
i am too weak to ask from you.
isn’t it too contrasting?
i m in the best building…
millions theyre trading…
nothing i am earning…
have you ever thought,
what puts me to thought?
what makes me write what i wrought?
it must be clear that help, i never sought.
why the hell am i doing this?
i know this is life and all that it is
still i have my own business
that makes garbage into beautiful garbage
ill polish your shoe
anything ill do
to compensate to you
everything ive been through
i think im having pains
though it doesn’t really matter if it rains
unorthodox as it may seem
i think i just have nothing to redeem
this troublesome mentality
troubled-some mentality
doubting about everything
from nothing to something
small ideas turn to big things
big things are something
and something to deny me
living in denial
to my pure thoughts
to deny your authority
my unorthodox familiarity
nothing to focus on really
self-centeredness and silly
deceivingly sissy
or probably just plain lousy
come buy me
buy me with your heart
come melt my
cumbersome so am i
whats your deal?
does it conceal?
what are you trying to seal
should i run you over my steering wheel?
i have no path to take
what ever that is
though i wan ted to know what those were
wake me and take me, cover me with fur
t wisted thoughts in bits and pieces
always nothing it releases
this keeps the hands of my timepieces
harborin g any of these diseases
alcohol and nicotine
keeps me mean and green
as it always may seem
y oull still see me gleam
i still shine
but you cant see light in my eye
its always blurred of sigh
which seems to cry?
h ere and there i lie
i just cant say goodbye
its time to rest thy restful eye
come get into my…
but really, why cant i?
move on and get by
the past that’s been far and high
keeps me standing here, looking up -just to sigh
irony to me is me
the one and only me
no one else can be
this is me
forgive me, help me, come to me