My confession is I have never been any good At being a someone A perpetual mystic An outsider Who made it inside Simply by accepting His own outside-ness Not by becoming Someone better or stronger I lost many friends On the way here Many by their own hand
ON BEING NO-ONE
ON BEING NO-ONE
ON BEING NO-ONE
My confession is I have never been any good At being a someone A perpetual mystic An outsider Who made it inside Simply by accepting His own outside-ness Not by becoming Someone better or stronger I lost many friends On the way here Many by their own hand