Outside In

Looking in from the outside

watching my pride as it wanders

my likeness in mirrors

gives me something to ponder.

Faded memories can't catch-up

to my life on the run

and thinking more closely

Just isn't much fun.

My life on the outside

walks a fine line

between genius and crazy

I switch all the time.

I'm grasping for straws

with a branch overhead

and I wonder if my life 

is better off dead.

I can make sense of the lunacy

that's all around me

I don't know if that's crazy

or my view seen profoundly.

I don't wish for forgiveness

or a turn of the table

I just try to make sure 

how I live isn't fable.

For those who know just

where they'll land out the door

I am grateful your lucky

keeping your feet on the floor.

I prefer floating where I can watch madness

as I'm thinking of you

I avoid so much sadness.

Then we will be even

brothers in arms

you'll keep your daydreams

and I'll keep my charms.

When it's time to get lucky

you can look up and see

you might have bad timing

you'd be better off me.

For I may be crazy

or genius or both

and you are there planted

Standing still like a post.

So please go on with your riddles

and your laughter and song

and I'll keep on acting

as if I belong.

Both of us will be

in our place, in our time

but floating above all

lets me see I'll be fine.