Some say I possess a gift, I say I have a heart,
Some say that I’m crazy, I say they are.
Some say I put on a front, I say I’m too real,
Some think they understand, But my emotions they couldn’t feel.
Some people think they know me, I think they have no idea,
Some say I’m suicidal, I say all I want to do is live.
Some say that Life is precious, I say it’s just a stone,
Most people think they’re right, I say that they’re all wrong.
Some think they can see clearly, I say their visions a blur,
Some say it’ll all be over soon, I say it’s just going to re-occur.
Some say that Love is painful, I say it’s a sweet sensation,
Some say that lust is better, I say it’s a bitter consolation.
Some say the sorrow won’t end, I say that it’ll past,
Some say the world’s too hectic, I say they’re just moving too fast.
Michael C. Lucas