Contumacious little boy who second guessed perception

For the finite worlds alluring when overrun with deception

All I see are these egregious sights of fabricated pleasures

As a realist I can't help it for I'm treated like a leper

My apologies' perplexing with my lexicon in question

Explanations tend to mess it up instead of easing tension

Lesson learned for when the next one ever comes into my head space

You're special. I wonder if you're real in three dimensions

It's a feeding frenzy for those starving for a hint of meaning

In this sphere that takes a rocket ship to break out through it's ceiling

Kneeling down before an anthem sung by millions of people

From one nation, under guise that every citizen is equal

I am so afraid to put my trust in a promise

Every promise ever made it must be backed by trust

Colors will get shown like rainbows when someone up and

Goes back on their word to further show that I won't trust them

Remember me with fondness even if I leave the seat up

Problematic? My response will be an onomatopoeia

Time could be a little kinder but I find that in the briefing

If it waits for no man, don't expect me to wait either

The days that fall behind me are too numbered for my liking

Uninvited as they come the rates of them continue spiking

It goes: 'go to bed', 'wake up low', 'tell myself to take it slow'

Then make up an excuse to why I did not break the ratio

Of more than common daily woes that act like they're convenient

Here's a shout out to those not afraid to die but do not mean it