Its uncertain to me
When uncertainty became the essence
of my adolescence.
Not sexual as many with all too
Closed minds and open eyes
Might imagine,
But just in regards to my actions.
Ive read poe, heard the blues
Seen movies, watched the news,
and yet am still uncertain.
Uncertain as to what exactly
Is my place in this abyssal reality.
Slaving away for a salary,
Watching toes as I walk to assure
No one is mad at me, meanwhile
Missing the scenery of the long route
Pure, true, Insanity.
I am uncertain of the words that i speak
As they land so heavy that deaf ears
Seek shelter from vibrations.
But to the ones whos hearing I seek
Attend only to words of less value,
Why must i be cursed with a passion
For that which affords me no passion,
All because what i love isnt on par
With the fashion.
Truthfully upon speaking these words
Ive found something true
It may not be thats unsure
The uncertainty certainly may be on you.