This crap about being different
Is just a bloody illusion,
But because you sit and dwell on it so,
Your reality blends in confusion.

Look, man, you're just insecure.
We're all having difficult times. 
If you think no one else is less sure, 
listen to my blues some time.

Kid, if you want it,
You have to get out on a limb.
You ain't different at all, friend,
You can have fun at your whim.

So get off your ass!
And get out of the house!
There's no peace of mind
As a scared little mouse!

Yeah, go for the gusto, 
Your powers will spring from within!
You only go 'round once in this life, 
so let's let the Party begin!

the poetry of daniel roest