Mind over matter,
to the mind of matter
to those minds that are complexed,
layer upon layers.
my out look on life.
the genius is confused.
the misunderstanding of how I operate
Focus. Think clear.
I can't it's blurred.
I can't, its too backwards.
I can't this is my reality
I've obliterated any connection,
any reflection I may have.
The mind is
My mind is not
message not sent, message not recieved
what connection does she have with us?
Your brightness is bright lights
my brightness is dark,
full of nonsense
in a sense you won't understand this make up of me
but i have no make up on me
Naturally, I can't be duplicated,
you participated with those who judged me.
but i'm my own clown
a drowning clown
drowning in laughter and unanswered questions
obssesion of trying to figure me out.
The complexity of it all is amazingly amazing and awkwardly awkward
again I alliterate
we want to understand you.
you won't understand me.
So let me explain
I've from the past
and i'm a little tense
but I'll speak past tense
I'm the nintendo 64 to your Xbox 360
I'm the fresh prince of Be;-air to your I-Carly
Simply, I'm simple
Your technoogy is too much
it's complexity to my simplicity
so you'll never understand why my math only has numbers being added and subtracted
while today your math has numbers , letters, triangles, lines, twists, turns, ups, downs,
circles with dots in the middle
simple is as simple does
Simply being simple is simply all I can be
you can have your complexity.