We are the "crazy" ones and this is our world

this is a burden I carry
I weep for the world in its current state
no eloquence, nor manners
not even a smile on the wall,
tacked up as pure decoration

I am an artist,
a poet
I am set aside, a creation gene that some may lack

I see this world with eyes anew
carry the tragedy
and let go

they deem me and my types are crazy
but we are a special type

the beautiful crazy
streaming the world
streaming the life, however cruel and broken it may be

this is our world

bend down, sit down
look down
look into and through us

a different life
fulfilled and empty at the same time
try to warm this cold body
try to warn this stretched mind

bend down
sit down
look down
through us you see this cruel and beautiful world

pay me no manner
but someday you'll look up
and wonder why you never saw it in me