Taking a Five
I'm an alien, like I'm from outer-space,
I'm running my fastest, still losing this race,
I'd try and run faster but there's no changing my pace,
just hoping I don't fall and become a disgrace,
thought I belonged in this world but that isn't the case,
you can see I don't belong here by the look on my face
I'm lost and I can't be found,
until I find myself buried, find me six feet underground,
this feeling I'm square just pretending I'm round,
or a cat with all dogs, in a cage, at the pound,
dialogues blend around me but I can't hear a sound,
but while I can't find myself I know I'm always around
the party is raging, I'm just sitting outside,
I try to make myself leave but I can't find a ride,
not running through life I'm learning to glide,
when I get too nervous I let the real me hide,
I try to follow life's rules but some are hard to abide,
I try to piece myself together while my thoughts all divide
...
I love the real in life not something contrived,
so I keep sitting and waiting for real life to arrive,
just pushing my way through this crowded bee-hive,
hoping I get stung just so I might feel alive,
but I know I need a break, I think I might take a five...
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