Insanity & Serendipity

Come to think of it, I was crazier that they thought

I am crazier than they thought. 

I always reason out the most logical way

Always have the ideal and the "it's the right thing to do" answer

Yet I myself have my own queries left unanswered

I have my own thoughts that were as tangled as my morning hair.

I've always believed that I'm insane

Insane enough that I hardly forget

I hardly let go

I hardly move one

I hardly move on completely

How could I be more stupid than that??

I am like a foolish teenager who's always touchy and mushy and cheesy

I do childish things the most childish way

I sing and and dance even without an entertained audience

I laugh and laugh so loud on the simplest jokes

Yet I do all this the most discreet way.

I am afraid that others might think that I'm this and not that

That I am not able to reach a certain standard

That I am on mediocrity

That I am almost there, not there yet.

I prefer to be recognized as a woman

Not a female, not a girl, not a lady

What's the difference?? You tell me

I have this complex, extremely populated mind 

I tend to push beyond borders, above the ground.

I eat like I don't care about my figure

Only drink coffee on weekends, I hardly sleep because of it

Would love to stay out hitting clubs and sway in the hippest beat

Get drunk after a bottle or two of an ice-cold beer

Till i can't think no more, till I can't feel no more

Till I can be in my most natural and raw state.

Hear my sobs, they're such a melody

A note of both insanity and serendipity

Listen close to the chant of my boring moments

And the lyric of the rain that slowly descends

From the roof, to the ground, to the air

To the most crumpled shadowy corner.