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Post by Man in Black on Dec 6, 2007 15:09:31 GMT -5
Compos Mentis
There are fifty-three synonyms for the adjective eccentric from aberrant to yo-yo, including freaky, geeky and off-center
I like idiosyncratic for myself but way out is not far off I'm a nail that screams hit me hammer I'm way out
I've tried to hide my face in the crowd to just pass by but I've never been one to conform, I don't like to flow
I guess I'll never believe that the bell curve is compos mentis and I'll never be fingered for waxing conventional
When you look at me so strangely I know that you fear you're afraid of what I can do unbound by your rituals
Maybe, just maybe my father wasn't around like yours maybe no one taught me to work on cars and make repairs
Could be that some one taught me how to dream someone taught me how to imagine I could make things better
And maybe just because no one taught me to think like you it doesn't mean that I'm demented, drifting astray
I probably am lost in this sea of judges of good intentions see me guilty if willingness to risk means a plan is sour
So get comfortable and pretend that normal is always right hammer me down if you get the chance, I understand
Here I am sticking way up waving diversity way out Caught staring off in the distance afraid this world is small.
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Post by lanaia74 on Dec 30, 2007 5:46:26 GMT -5
Superb! Bravo! Applauds!
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