Drawn into thoughts Not caring about the world Only those which are cherished
Rebellious to structured things Such as religion and government Calling them out and picking them off
Living in another world One where all things can happen Chaos has order And order has chaos
Not sure Why life is so But not caring Because there is enough To preoccupy
A knife In the back Is just another stitch In the folds Which makes Organized things
Accepting all And denying all Sorting out What others say To use it against them To keep preoccupied
Anti-neurophobical To itself But a freak and threat To others
This way to the sorrowful city This way to eternal suffering This way to join the lost souls Which blindly follow things which Cannot be proven Termed "faith"