you’ll never know what makes me tick

throw my hands up and pitch a fit

but there is inside me a tiny flame

and in spite of my efforts and the pressures of this world

it remains flickering inside my soul

i can only tell you it has kept me alive when i tried very hard to let it die

but that ember refused to let me go and and when i got better i knew it was so

the way that i see and interpret this world is different from most other people i know

but there are a few who look under rocks, walk in rivers and hate to wear socks

and those are the ones that i am drawn to, that aren’t afraid of me being me and you being you

who don’t find it necessary to try and make me change, enjoy my rantings and don’t find me strange

so you will never know the me you see, unless we sit and talk

while perched in a tree

leave the dreamers along and forget trying to understand

maybe they will show you a blessing and it will sink in

but more than likely, you’ll never know, what makes me tick

and the places that i go