Isn’t it

That you are you

And I am me

That this is life

That your car runs

The trees move

You think this

They say that

How weird

Yet beautiful

That grass is green

the ocean is blue

birds sing

Fish swim

I find it hard to write this

For the thought of the

Weird and beautiful

Is too great of a reality

That is often destroyed

Physically and spiritually

So much distraction from it

The chaos blinds us

The power blocks us


To think too hard is alienation

Sometimes no sense

Makes the most sense

I feel like I’m crazy

What a fucked up masterpiece

This place

Our brains



No explanation

Being you

Being me


Isn’t it

To think different

To look different

To be different

Different… free

Isn’t it

So weird

But beautiful