I never felt ordinary or common
Just very small sometimes in this big ole world
I see things differently
And that stresses me
I dream of the moon and an alternative to existing
I’d wake up on top of the moon after three days of being alone
An ultimate existence
What if everything THEY say is true
What if THEY are just lying?
What if it’s all a lie?
The idea of our purpose in life can vary depending on who you’re talking to
I might give it straight depending on who’s asking
Is there a difference between your reality and mine?
Is your light shining bright?