John Conde Poet Lyric

Me John Conde

I'm either deflecting and rejecting
Or accepting and connecting 
I'm attempting the correct thing
Or expecting a correcting
Got to to deal 
With things directly
Or conceal 
The things that get me 
Behind a sheild
I think protects me 
Like what I feel 
Just Don't affect me
And my feelings are like ceilings They're always there but out of Reach 
When I could reach them
From underneath them 
I'm prepared to walk the streets
Every rhyme it has a reason 
But the reason probably
Just convenient, for me to speak when
There's a chink in my armory
I don't examine all my madness And it's like nothing in my brain
But if it had been re-examined The assumption they would make
Is it's both magic and it's tragic
Both productive and insane
How I could grasp s***
Thats so gigantic
But miss the stuff that's plain  as day
To believe in something or nothing
Is nothing I'm discussing
Because once it gets discussed it's just a discussion that gets redundant 
And I'm reluctant to follow instructions 
All instructors get interrupted and if there's one thing
You must remember
Is not to be a trust dispenser

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