My Constant Companion
I was born on December 17th, imbued with dissension
I don't really acknowledge anyones pretension
I’m 5 foot 8 and I weigh a hundred and thirty pounds without contention
I don’t know how to pretend and I’m addicted to juxtaposition
And eluding conformity
I’m still learning how to judge
I’m often polite in places where I should be demanding
I’m often demanding in places where I should be polite
I was born without deception and I’ve been deceived ever since
I've been told that I don’t have to say what I mean
People say what they believe will protect them
Sometimes, it’s because my existence threatens them
Every time my contentions condemn them
I have this perception of impending deception
I assume declamation and perform dissection
That will only result in macabre revelations
That’s also why I tend to avoid articulation
I know it sounds crazy, but I despise this predilection of circumvention
And to be honest, I don’t have much choice
See, they often remind me that I’m not without alternative
But I’m scared of what's gonna happen
At the moment of comprehension
I’m supposed to nod and sway to beat of the drum
I stare back at the marchers and the drummers monotonous melody
Now I turn my gaze inward, facing the dichotomy
I’ve never been without a companion, a shapeless, formless being
That essence of banality
I know him well, that hoary old pedagogue
I wonder what countless souls repose in his consistency
I wonder what remains bequeath his figure, in dissolution
I wonder about all the noble mortals
About the proud individuals, vainly striving
I’ve got a voice of my own
And a will of my own
You’ll demand misery and console me with sympathy
You’ll ask my name and offer to lift the pain of self determination
I enjoy my dignity
And I will honor no bigotry
I don’t allow myself to plead ambiguity
I have a unique perception, a distinction of denouncement
My obsession is of purposeful knowledge and desecration
I know resolution, through trial
I know my ideal
It alone guides me