Oxymoron
Comin' to the pad without very much to say
Not ever sure where these words'll take me
Been out my mind, I still ain't lost my way
Learned quick nothings what it seems to be
Never been one to just listen and obey
Yeah yeah you have 20/20 but can you SEE?
Knowledge is like a never ending buffet
Took some time to find myself, now I got the key
I'm an odd mix of confidence and disarray
Some days I feel too much, other days apathy
Always adding pieces to myself, paper mâché
Hangin' on to a few pieces of "me", debris
Oxymoron, my opinions change every day
Cling to nothing and you'll forever be free
All I know is I know nothing, my mind is clay
I keep writin' solely for the sake of sanity
Astray, purvey, here to sauté the cliche
Have you found a way out? I'll pay any fee
Oppose my knowledge, dance around you like ballet
I'll teach you the steps to the dance of vanity
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