When girls first meet me, they cannot assume;
That I play with my balls and that I have more than two.
They see a guy who’s simple, who’s normal and shy
He’s probably boring; with nothing to hide
When inside my shell lies a circus freak
Waiting to emerge from this skin and streak
I want to be unique, it’s just that right now I suppress it
I’m too shy to let go and publicly express it
There are standards out there, and I have to follow the beat
Get with the program, or go play on the street
I spend every day the slave of a machine
But my heart craves the outdoors and inside I scream!
And yet I sit humbly, staying within the bounds
A wolf in disguise, waiting to be found
Who can tame this beast, whom has yet to emerge?
Does she even exist? Does she tend another herd?
I have to be patient, but it perpetually appears
That if the future is now, I’m nowhere prepared!
Bah! Screw it! I’ll take it one day at a time.
And when the moment arises, I’ll grab it and make it mine.
Then my truth will emerge to much fear yet delight
The true craziness of me.. Juggling Mike.
P.S. - I am not insane.
P.P.S - Seriously!