I'm out again, bottom dollar out of luck and filled with love
I've pretended for far too long that dreams are what I'm made of
I'm not ordinary, a necessary preliminary to an object of desire
controlled by the theme that the regular lifestyle is on fire
I'm not rambling, my words have a significant meaning
I mean look closer and you'll see the thoughts are screaming
Teaming with direct relation to the outside world of influence
I'm not a trend setter I'm a neurotic nuisance
I flow upstream compared to the rest of these followers
no whining or complaining like most of these hollow irks
I'm simply stated and complexity completed
dyslexic with my words I remain undefeated
No womanly presence to ground me, no need for it, so it seems
my wounds are festering and the blood bubbles and seethes
You don't know me for myself, you only captivate on the picture
I paint it well with words quoted from the holy scriptures
So to the irony contained in my unrestrained mentality
I prefer to remain humble, and live within my own loving reality
No expectations, disappointments do not exist
My living space precedes that which persists
My habits of old die swiftly in their old age
Like I've said before I'm past that stage
Living with stress that I control with ease
All I need is a breather and a woman to please
So there is a brief, blatantly written biography
Welcome to my life, they call me Timothy
