On Absurdity

[Diggitydave]

Very old one i wrote back in the 90's

 

 

It seems as though you peek your head

The blemish that is you can be removed

Time and Time again I wish you were dead

Conforming and proper is how you're construed

 

It seems as though you bow your head

Proud of yourself and feeling benevolent

Take away your host and you fit your name

But be proud, you are a feeling nonetheless

 

If you can't see the future for someone

take over and make yourself present

For when they see who you are

that feeling they get, poor like a peasant

 

A great man said once to me

I am who I am because you don't go away

What made him great is you weren't there

But you were here with me, absurdity