I See Nothing

What am I about, why yell and shout, when I don't know, what to rhyme about,

Am I smart, in part, and crazy all over, like the Joker,

Insanity may be pulling closer, staring me in the face,

When I look over my shoulder, which by the way, is constantly feeling colder,

I'm talking stone cold, like I've been carrying boulders,

For years people called me intelligent, but without definition, recognition,

Seems irrelevant, I probably know what they meant, I know what words,

Represent, since I've learned about, common sense, but nothing's really,

Common since, everything is subjective hence, so I wonder what objective is,

Every conversation is filled with aggressiveness, think about all the good times,

We miss, think about all the friendships me risk, here I am talking to myself,

In the dark, tsk tsk, right around the corner, is Christmas, I have a pyramid,

On my wishlist, the son of the creator comes, tip, taps, and drums,

Through my mind, and I'm thinking, what the fuck, is this,

I'm drawing these conclusions, what have I missed, my brain's in a fog,

No its trapped in a mist, in a mystery, I'm looking over artifacts throughout,

History, I'm finding something I enjoy, but it doesn't make cents for me,

Here's another hobby, that isn't free, takes away my time, its restraining me,

From being who I need to be, I need to be working, not worthless,

My life seems to be filled with purpose, none of which is truly perfect,

Neurons, more like fried circuits, in a mind circus, I'm not lost,

I just don't like the main scheme, I'm on the shore of the mainstream,

I don't want to swim, but then I hear them all scream, I could save them,

From the mayhem, on a quick whim, but I don't want to have to swim with them,

They can't keep me down, I'm not here to drown, I want to feel the flow,

I know, and not be absorbed, but how can I, I'll surely die,

I feel deeper on land, than in the sea, I have my imagination,

But friends are lost to Hennessy, not becoming enemies,

But fragmented mentally, as they express socially,

Wearing weird masks, they say that's how its supposed to be,

I don't agree with that, society's riding me, to supposedly be another one,

Another prodigal son, but I would rather be fictitious, my own creation,

I want to forge my life, on the cusp of imagination, I want to make my intentions,

Real, inscribed with a magick seal, with enthusiastic zeal, but I live in world,

That's brutal, but I have no scars to heal, I'm just gone, Jet flew out at dawn,

Jet flew out today, he flew away, away to yesterday, from there to yesteryear,

From there to here, to be the fire that you hear, can't you feel the flame,

Look into its glow, can't you see the fame, I see nothing,