Every time,
I add a line,
I look at it,
And think it's fine.
But when I add,
Another one,
I look above,
And see it's wrong!
In nineteen hundred and ninety nine,
Thinking I was doing fine.
I launched myself into the dark,
And found the differences were stark.
All familiar things were gone,
Friends replaced by anyone.
On arrival discomposed,
Saturday night, the town was closed!
I really never had fore thought,
And for this reason was distraught.
A stupid childish thing to do,
But even then was no breakthrough.
All these thoughts of wisdom gained,
Hiding that I was hare-brained!
Which meant I couldn't learn and grow,
Playing smart but really faux.
For those who are of the same bent,
Seeking false enlightenment.
The hardest lessons must be learnt,
Otherwise your fingers burnt.
But then of such resulting pain,
Maybe we can turn to gain.
In the spotlight there's no hiding,
From the lie whose time is biding.
It's not failure that you're seeing,
But the start of your well-being.
Let it shake you out of torpor,
Maybe you've got some disorder?
Doesn't matter; what's important,
Can't you see that it's discordant?
Telling you there's something wrong,
Solving this can make you strong.
Somehow you have found a target,
Stated in the local argot.
All you need to do from here,
Overcome your biggest fear.
For those toxic things we cling to,
In the bin we ought to fling to.
They are not such awful things,
Cast aside, they're not your sins!
I add a line,
I look at it,
And think it's fine.
But when I add,
Another one,
I look above,
And see it's wrong!
In nineteen hundred and ninety nine,
Thinking I was doing fine.
I launched myself into the dark,
And found the differences were stark.
All familiar things were gone,
Friends replaced by anyone.
On arrival discomposed,
Saturday night, the town was closed!
I really never had fore thought,
And for this reason was distraught.
A stupid childish thing to do,
But even then was no breakthrough.
All these thoughts of wisdom gained,
Hiding that I was hare-brained!
Which meant I couldn't learn and grow,
Playing smart but really faux.
For those who are of the same bent,
Seeking false enlightenment.
The hardest lessons must be learnt,
Otherwise your fingers burnt.
But then of such resulting pain,
Maybe we can turn to gain.
In the spotlight there's no hiding,
From the lie whose time is biding.
It's not failure that you're seeing,
But the start of your well-being.
Let it shake you out of torpor,
Maybe you've got some disorder?
Doesn't matter; what's important,
Can't you see that it's discordant?
Telling you there's something wrong,
Solving this can make you strong.
Somehow you have found a target,
Stated in the local argot.
All you need to do from here,
Overcome your biggest fear.
For those toxic things we cling to,
In the bin we ought to fling to.
They are not such awful things,
Cast aside, they're not your sins!
