How did I get so isolated?
I was here then I was there
Other places too
I stuck the landings but nowhere stuck
I thought I'd see a coming-of-age
Not a Western
I'll be in the Bebop or the Sacaen plains
A mercenary moving right along
I'm sure I'll find a home
Not worried about that
But I wish these worlds that came and went left me feeling like I'm known
Not like I'm a misfit or a clone
Miniature orbs
Multicolored
What if I'm a frustum of a cone?
Find a square hole if you're a square peg
But what if I'm some sort of decagon?
No more whining
Words won't fix the things I feel
I should be happy with a mattress and a meal
'Cause I'm just a body with a mouth and a spine
Questioning design
I'd much rather articulate than drone
But I wish these worlds that came and went left me with the feeling of being known
We color in spaces with interpretations of the ways in which we've grown