Spoken Poetry... Well, We'll See.

You're all sitting there wishing for a moment of excitement
A moment of complete and utter bliss to interrupt your mundane, rhapsody-lacking lives
Or maybe you're sitting there wishing for a moment of total peace
A moment when all time stops and the noise seems to have never been noise in the first place.
You're all sitting there waiting to be entertained, silently judging every move I make and every word I say
You're all sitting there and I'm standing here.
Standing here with my head high but my heart low on gas
Low on the fuel of our lives which is love.

Love that is binding, like the binding of an eternal book

You notice my hair, my eyes, my body, my voice
You notice them and you compare them
You compare them to yourself, to the ugliest person you know, and to the prettiest
You compare the world to me and you ask yourself why I don't reflect it.

I don't reflect it because it because my mirror just simply isn't globe shaped.
My mirror is Christ-shaped
I mean how does a mirror try to reflect something that it cannot even imitate the shape of.
Not to mention, my mirror isn't even facing the world.
Take the world and erase the l and you have what my mirror is facing.
My mirror is facing into the light of something much brighter, much grander than anything this world could ever try to offer
Maybe if you looked at my behind, you'd see the world, ha, considering that's the only part of me that's facing it.

I tried to live the way I was told to live through Cosmo and MTV and the world of speedy thumbs and just came out with my face in the shape of a question mark.
The marks that were made on my heart would forever be there, whether question-shaped, excitement-shaped or sorrow-shaped...they'd be there.

I've seen men so baked they start to look like an apple pie, I've seen
women so plastic, you'd wonder how they didn't end up in a recycling bin, I've seen
fathers so wasted that every word they speak throws their childrens' self-esteem into the waste bin.

And you ask me, why I don't look like the world...
I don't know about you but I don't particularly want to look like a half-baked, plastic apple pie that was just thrown into the garbage.