You know what really got me in my own small, guarded spot
was that this lifestyle of socializing was the only thing I’ve got.
The animus of my sharp mind was exclusively shut down
The guilt of my own actions had me feeling like a clown.
A column of my articles stood neatly in a row
a testament to how I liked my true being to show
The guile of the social group kept me spinning in my head
It made me realize what it was I wanted for my world instead