Why if, all the others waves are rising,
Am I floating in a trough?
But then with my contrarian nature,
Would it be surprising?
Too deep these queries,
If in the shallows that I am,
Soaked to the bone,
These waves keep coming in a series,
Exhausted, flailing, but here we go,
The wave has passed, and lifted me,
Way up there, now they are down,
Yell at me, from down below,
This reminds me oh so much,
There too where thousands are,
You’ll never find me, rah, rah, rah,
For I do think, they’re out of touch,
My mind it doesn’t enter, nor would it insist,
That surely could it just be me,
Just the way I am, contrarian,
At me, the rah, rah, crowd get, pissed,
Surely, the odds I think, if they would have their way,
If I am the bull that’s in the ring,
And being gored by sharp stilettos,
The crowd would roar Oley,
Here’s another wave, but I have company,
The losing crowd has been replaced,
Thousands float nearby,
Can it be its tears I see?
Rough the company I keep, losers all you see,
When I am up, then they are down,
It’s hard to form a decent bond,
It’s hard on them, and hard on me.©19/02/2012
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