Some people may think that I'm a bit crazy, but to me they are the insane ones. |
-Out Of Mind- by Keaton Foster \ Out of mind Out of time Displaced What a waste Some None known Few assured Say That I’m crazy But to me They are insane Lunatics What a waste Living lives That I’d never wish They are no enemies But rather sentries Guarding their ideas Their sacred pleasantries To them There is only God All that they live All of their death To them is for him They serve Down upon bended knee They do plead But not I I bring into question What they won’t I stand at the fence And point out The obvious Doubting The oblivious All the while Pretending That I’m a paganist I say many things Some so great Other not so much But let me be clear Abrupt I have my own faith My own twisted version Of God’s holiest illusion Free will is my king The idea of “what if” Holds Every ounce of value At least for me Such a tedious concept Has a stranglehold Upon this heart The slighted creator Gave me this existence He understands That I am here At every turn To question it I will do my part I will play the fool Sure that I’ll be judged But not by God above Only by those Not so daring Those who refuse Those who read With closed eyes And avoid Between the lines Face is the value They prefer Their rationale They believe Without truth of belief They know Exactly who they are Identification Categorization Are not required Out of mind To them I seem When indeed Out of my head Free of my cage Is what I am Least of all Thus I’ll continue as is Maybe they’ll get me Maybe they won’t Matters not I’ll do what I can My righteous part To what I’m certain Is the greatest game Any of us could play… Out of Mind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |