THE PLIGHT OF A LONER
A FIRST PERSON NARRATION OF SIR EZELE
He’s misunderstood because he’s silent,
Earpiece in ears, hands in pocket, head up high,
He strides along, I smile, yes cause am that guy.
I watch them pass,
I give a nod, they give a not
And when the next person comes by, I give another nod,
Not cos am bored, or just for fun, uh well its my call.
I listen to rock, cos it rocks my world
You don’t understand the nod, you think am nuts,
I know am not, I am just having fun.
You think I form, I just ride along,
Am so uptight, you got it all wrong
I don’t know how to have fun, worst of all.
You should see my mind, bubbling with all the fun in this life,
And best of all, its mine for life.
I call my mind: THE FLYING MAN
Random smiles sprout at times,
I go crazy in my mind
The fun is all there, locked up tight,
In this imagery called my mind
Earpiece in ears, all through the year
Life in sight, I control the tide
Cos when destiny decides, I know I’ll fly
You think am a BONER
YES I AM ------- A LONER
THE LONE WOLF
But best of all
I LEAD MY PACK
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