Not the Same.

Dead halt, red lead ball-

Try to fly and fall.

Dare to be more than me

You egocentric plastic trees.

 

Individuality is bizarre

But haven’t we taken this too far?

The whole world wants more

But what do we need it for?

 

You’re really not the same

Who’re you and what is your name?

I saw a man up there on the moon

The whole world thinks I’m a loon

 

The clock’s sick of ticking

Wishing it could stop clicking

People get worn and old

One day, we’ll stop living.

Author's Note

One day, it came out of my head, and I wrote it down.

Reviews

[the_ese]

amen to being loony.. welcome to the loony club.