Nothing Is Wrong

You set the tone This you know With every moan You let it show. Sometimes it’s fair Or maybe great Fickle air Will choose the fate I can’t be certain On any day Behind your curtain What show will play So I prefer Solitude I need not stir Because you move I needn’t wake When sleep is calling There’s no debate Yes, I’m stalling Procrastination It’s what I do Postponed embracing My feet are glue There’s a reason I am myself Life’s not pleasing The cards, I’m dealt So I move slow Avoiding “pleasure” For, I know My trash, your treasure I hope you go And socialize Bring overflow Of pre made lies “She’s real sick Her goldfish passed Workload, thick” You know they’ll ask How rude it sounds To speak the truth “She’s overwhelmed Ran out of juice” But if, by chance You understood This caution dance Would prove no good You’d be proud Of who I am You’d say aloud “She’s just a clam She can’t talk small Or play pretend It’s none or all She doesn’t bend” Your head held high You’d move along No loss of pride Nothing’s wrong