The Transparent Kid

Who am I?
Who do I need to be?
What can I do to fit in with that crowd?
Or that crowd?

I wear a mask,
A sheet over my body,
Like a Halloween ghost,
I am unseen,
Unheard,
Untouched,

I am the Transparent Kid,
And I am free

A wondrous invention religion has become

A wondrous invention religion has become,
Manipulating the masses,
For generations to come,
But I have taken off these rose-tinted glasses,
Broken away from those drugged up classes,

The true meaning is clear now,
The meaning of life,
Its the exsistance of somebody,
Through this world's strife,
And that is it, the meaning of life

The world sings to me

The world sings to me,
As I begin to play,
Its sings a sad song,
As I begin to pray,

It sings a wonderous tune,
When I think abroad,
Never sings a tune,
When I think of God

I tried my whole life

I have tried my whole life
For what
You might say

To conform to another's reality
To keep myself at bay
To render my individual a society

Ultimately inert to change
Dead to my feelings
The unending cycle of self preservation

They say I am daft

They say I am daft,
But can they really know
What it is like to hear voices,
Like a crowded raft


The mind of genius,
What a spooky place,
But then, thats what gives it
Its kooky grace


When I hear them laugh,
I smile
For I know we all are daft,
But they are only in denial.

Set upon a midnight sun

Set upon a midnight sun
Actors on a stage
One whom seeks adventure
The other here for love

Both have set foot on something
No one can imagine
For they think unlike the others
Not unlike laterally

Bring them back to the world
You are in for a surprise
They will not function here
For its a unworldly essence
From which they comprise