Dare to be what no one dares to dare to be.
The dare.

Now to perform the magic;
To dance and sing
To stomp around like a mad hatter
To climb to the zenith of confidence
And meet the courageous
Outsider

But anyways,
I write and write
A scene inside the body?
A key to unlock a soul?
A mindless disarray of nonsensical lines?
Maybe I can describe myself by identification
I have red hair
I have multi-flavorful eyes
I’m the one with those insane socks
I simply refuse to be anyone
But what I feel like during the day

I can talk and express,
But how?
Through these miniscule settings.
Words give multiple choices and
I just have to choose the proper ones
In order to truly express my feelings
…WRONG!!!
I obviously can’t say a word that explains
What I truly feel
Nor can I say a multitude of words
Have you ever had that feeling
Of speechlessness?
Oh, I have many times
The beauty of things
Are indescribable to me
And what I truly
Deeply
Believe
Is that no one can be open-minded
When using the rules of words
There are many ways to communicate
Without words
I’m not talking about sign language…
I mean
We can use our senses, at least:
Taste
Feel
Hear
See
Smell
Can’t we use them to our advantage?
Oh, fine.
I seem to be squirting out insanity
But can somebody,
PLEASE
Show me the real difference?
[that is, between sanity and insanity,
And not to mention, right and wrong].