What's my problem, Here's my problem,
My problem is that I'm:

Too visual to be blind,
Too audiological to be deaf,
Too ideological to be in peace,
Too compassionate to be in war,
Too crazy to be sane,
Too sane to be lazy,
Too emotional to be you.

If I could only stop my head
From going into constant infection,
Then maybe I can swim back
To my own version of consistent sanity.
Angelic demons, Liquid dreams,
Transparent mountains Of our own reality.
Burning oceans,
Melting faces,
Melting faces,
Why!
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I want to be somebody...