“A Different World”
I live in a different world
I have many a friend
But never no when to stop or begin
My bubble just doesn’t pop
Yet somehow people
Don’t stop
They make their way in
And I start doing my caring…
You know
I’ll start with a planned day
And it never really goes that way
I can’t figure it out
Have you
I don’t think so
Nor do I have my doubts,
But ya see my world is a little different
It’s full of a height-ness
Of what many would say is an un-believe-ment,
There are many
Who would spend a many a penny
To get the high
I naturally comprise
Day’s upon day’s
I’m up and awake
I can’t be shaked
I then become the freak
With an unstoppable contemplate
No, not a debate
But merely just contemplate
On what is on my plate
That heavy slate
To create…
So then a nut I am
An uncracked seed
Just waiting to split
Just waiting for the bleed…
How hard it is to see my world
How hard it is to see yours
My many cells
Boxes if you will,
Old and covered with webs
Are just waiting to be opened
To let out the monsters to overspill…
No, I’m not a mean one
For the boxes are closed taut,
And when one wants to open itself
The muse
The music
I play to calm the fiend
For in my world
I shall not deny
That I cry out knowing
I am my own demise…
For what if I let one of the boxes break
I’d be worse than the worse of them
For I know my beasts within
So I tell you
I live in a different world
I can judge no one
For the roots of the tree unfurl
The seeds go deep,
Oh, so very deep…
Now you can see the other side of me
I not only go to the greatest heights
But to the depths of depths
To know that all are innocent
Live in my world
Yes, you will see beauty
Live in my world
Yes, you will be unruly
Live in my world
Yes, you will see the purest cruelty
But I play
I write
I sing at night
I stroke my guitar
Amongst other things
And you know what I mean,
For I will not shake
I gaze strait forward
Into the unknown
To awake
In,,,,
A different world…
Ryan Brady O’Reilly
®01/06/2002