Crazy

Ignorant I was I like the way I spent hours drawing, lying on my belly lying on the carpet Undisturbed, basking in the late afternoon rays of sun through the cheap blinds. But I was so young then, maybe five or six And I didn't care about the way I felt in idle times. Ignorant I am I hate the way I move, the way I turn away from others I hate the way I think! My logic feels like a game of non sequitur, and no one is declared the winner! Aimless and desperate and dispassionate and pressed for time I'm a living paradox, in search of a paradise that doesn't exist. I'll admit, I throw myself at unrealistic expectations, exquisitely absurd dreams. I'm a sucker for escapism A lover of men and women I'm kind and honest if I'm in the mood, haha. I know. I'm kind of ridiculous. In all honesty.