The Real You

A bit cliche' but still valid in my opinion

Bicycling through the sky

Everything fine; I feel just alright

I feel normal

Gliding over the expanses of rural

Thinking tonight, I’ll end it with a sight

Rainbow kite, star showers of light

 

My display is sense

Out of all sorts

Out of the ideal life of s**t

Which others prefer to snort

I’m aimed toward your fortified fort

Watch out I’m about to halt all falsified hope

 

Being stunned with anti-believe

Still stubborn

You wouldn’t let down the wall

Thinking your drowning in something savvy

Watch out, followers may become stunned into envy

 

Shun your faith for my pleasure in the sky

Realizing you live in a preconditioned lie

Is a short step to hell

 

Reaching past your height

For fireworks in the night, is right

Its how you come out of your shell

 

Come home, come home

Be in an endless freefall of pleasure

Come out and fall into comfort

You know its right in your heart

You’ve waited long for this moment

And all you have left to do is yell

Scream

Don’t be forced to stall

Let this be your final call

Be the real you, don’t let yourself trip and then fall

 

Be the real you

Be the real you

Have fun if that’s all you know how do

Be what the voice says you feel

The feeling like what splits down your spine after you…

Yes it comes out

The same surreal

 

Circus clown, lunging to the rafters

Gay, proud, and aroused by similar inner duct shafts

Skin fiddler

Or a pianist playing for happily ever after’s

The one you chose to be

F**k your alter

Physical, conditioned, or self inflicted

You are not a follower