I can say that i'm really alone
When i am not on my own;
When even amongst people i am alone
Is when i wish i was on my own.
Why does it always seem to me
That people are conspiring against me?
They seem to be determined not to let me be
Only because they want to be.
I feel like i'm swimming
Against a current and not with it;
The rest of the world seems to want to go forward,
But i for one want to go backward.
Why does the world make me feel
That i have to be something?
Why can't i savour the beauty of not being?
It is in being a disaster i'm seeing.
A mind cannot work when veiled
By fears of what would happen if it failed
To do what it was made to to
By those only to be who do.
A human when free
Is the best of what beauty can be.
If a human wasn't free
Then would he be?