Well I typed this after listening to some Bright Eyes and I just kept reading it and seeing this inner beauty... this amazing rhyme scheme that just kept jumping out at me. I hope you all like it.
"Sequestered and Momentous" I'm a little misunderstood sometimes I think
A little looked down upon
A little too easily angered
A little too easy to blame
What kind of trials do I need to go through in order to change this?
Am I doomed to be seen this way for the rest of my days
Or is this just a temporary matter?
I guess if it was permanent I'd get used to it
After a while...
But I'd really like to be smiled at someday
Told that I did the best that I could with what I had
And the time I spent on this world had some point
No matter how small or minuscule
No matter how little I really accomplished
And that the life I led was good
I wonder if they tell you that in heaven...