Sometimes I wonder why,
I even give a damn and try,
People cast shadows upon me,
overlooking the beams in their eyes,
All they ever seem to see is the right of their side,
Feeling concrete in what they think is their well masked pride,
Life and the universe is a circular ride,
Connections abound,
from everything to sight and sound,
Just varying vibrations,
different sensory calibrations,
You say I didn't need to go through and do,
I guess its easy to forget how the question came from you,
But its all relative,
Like memory and perception can be selective,
I'm feeling a tune out, hanging up up my gumshoes, no more detective,
Let everyone be who they be, I'm gonna do me, It's all about perspective |