Hanging out in large groups
Most of the time
Wasting time
On conversations, smiles fake
No face out of place
Perfectly played roles
Full can feel heavy as empty

I am not a groupie
I am an out-cast when they behave well-cast
I am exploding outwards
I am far too loud
I am not a part of the peanut-crunching crowd.

Well-balanced people
I can never go all the way with you!!!!

If balance means always harmony
It's an impossibility for me
So why even try?
BESIDES I DON'T WANT TO SPEND MY WHOLE LIFE
LIKE A GYMNAST ON A BALANCE BEAM
AFRAID TO MISTAKE
FEARFUL OF FALLING
FREEDOM FROM FEAR
Leaping off the balance beam
Swinging between all extremes
And than just jumping off the swing
And than just hoping that a soft mattress awaits
And than just knowing that the hardest cement pavement may be too hard for me take
I can break
But I've got more to do than succeed
I've got better things to do than survive

(Note to self: Do not take things too seriously. Do not take yourself too seriously. But still keep your purpose in mind (revolution etc) And Transcend - Transcend - Transcend.)