B"H

Nov. 6th, 8th of Cheshvan

If it sounds a bit, presumptuous
It's just that most people I know
Have gone through this
So if you think I'm talking about you
As I ponder this
That is totally fine
If you get something out of this
But it's more like carelessness
Then pompousnes
More like consciousness
Then confidence

After the disclaimer
I'll just jump in this state of mind
Where I exist outside the system
Because you might have missed
That I'm alive
I'm not your conscience
Or your concert
Not a concept
Or some rhymes
I'm a mere mortal
With a portal
Because I draw outside the lines

Odds are
You're also an oddball
It's not an anomaly
None of us are normal
In fact
We have unique ideas
Of what normal even is
Really it's a place
Where we try to fit
Up until the point
We get too tired of it
And try to fall asleep
Because we can't follow it
So we evolve past it
Find our own path
And that would be all of it
But we have to pretend
It's a pill
We swallow it
Until we're on the pillow
And it's impossible
To parcel it
So we postulate
Try to be positive
Because otherwise
Our minds would be minuses

But it's an uphill battle
And an upstream swim
So we toss and turn
Even when we are not trying to sleep
We go through the motions
With our emotions on the fritz
Try to hold it together
So we don't fall to bits

Odds are
You're uncomfortable
Even confronting it
But it's important
We shouldn't be ignoring it
We try to trust the process of the models
But that demolishes
Our sense of ownership
But it's better than facing the music
Unless you're a masochist
Or you like the beat
And the sound of it

I'm not going to be counterfeit
Count on it
I'm going to channel
In a way you can handle it
I will slow it down a bit
As I expound on it

See, I can't give advice
But if you're in the same place
As me
This might be really nice
At least to know
You are not alone
As I turn on a light

I have an idea
Maybe this right here
Will help it all
Be alright

We can be alone, together
As we figure out this life