I dont want to say
That I mean what I say
When I say what I mean.
Your ears are yours alone
And have no store on me,
What am I utter regarding
What you believe?
To think is not to feel
But still you think about feeling;
Perhaps I am nothing like what I seem
And still seem to be liked.
I am a horrible person,
With a penchant for odd friends,
Whom I know not what to do.
Im more than what I present
And less than what to be thought as.
I am a ghost in the flesh,
Present but incomplete.
Im not a teacher, but I still preach:
Do not heed worthless lies;
Theyll only lead you astray.
Instead be guided by your own heart.
I wont tell you how to lead your life;
I trust that youll do that yourself.
I sit and wonder, surrounded in spirit:
A philosopher who thinks too much,
A human whos simultaneously inhumane;
I could sit with a boiling grimace,
But greet you with a smile;
If I tell you to go away, please dont;
If I tell you to leave me be,