Some people wonder why I write like I do,
All I’m doing is expressing feelings of people just like you.
The only difference is I have no shame in what I say,
I write what I feel each and every day.
I ask those people do they understand what I write,
All they say is I haven’t figure it out yet quite
Do you get it? It’s backwards , the way life seems,
When I say I feel what I write that’s what I mean.
Like life’s moving backwards and I’m falling behind,
But is it possible to fall behind something that’s only in your mind?
Some people say I’m crazy for writing what I write,
But if I didn’t write what I wrote, what would I write?
Would I pretend everything was ok so no one would worry?
But then if I did that how would I tell my story?
How would people know that they aren’t alone?
That others feel the same, how else would they know?
People may say I’m crazy for caring for what I care about,
But if I didn’t care about what I care about, what would I care about?
You may think I’m crazy after you’ve finished,
But that’s fine with me, because maybe by then your lonliness will be diminshed.
And if you weren’t lonely when you started,
Now you know that you have been out-smarted.
Not by me, but by yourself alone,
Because now you know more than you’ve ever wanted to know.
Michael C. Lucas