Where perfect envisions of dreams and goals
Socially-upper norm professionalism of works
Bounded by rules, structure and form in monochrome synchronization
And then, and then... and then there's me
Breaking down the machinery of functioning woes
Tearing apart shattering inside out the weaves the merges
Symbolism of silent bargains and the rare transaction
This little icon marked "I", where should it go, should it be?
If a thousand says you're right when I know I am
Then I'll add another million and still stand my ground
The world will continue to march it's solitude
But like straight lines on our planet, they go in a circle
You say how can I, stuck where I am, be calm
You wonder, adding justified brilliance to enlightenment, how I can be sound
But people forget, as their probability constantly remoulds, rebuilds
I'm happy I'm stuck on this little island no one have managed to come, for it means I'm not stuck on another one