Everyone talk at once,
can't here my thoughts,
can't here my voice,
can't here my soul,
How should I know who I am?
am I her, she me or he her,
Interruptions and blockades and impasses
and all the shit that makes our lives
so similar to the one next to us
pumping beats and flashing lights,
baggy pants and pierced flesh,
screaming voices, telling me what I am
should be
try to break free
fail and fall again,
an angel, plummeting from his throne of distinction,
when I think I've found the unique nature of my soul,
someone next to me finds the same
screw it, maybe I like being part of the crowd
