murphy's lawful love

I'm going down with all the troubles and none of the fame -- like a (rock)star's implosion -- delayed. Someone will dredge up bones that might've once been mine. Too much, too little, too early, too late. Why would you walk when you're carrying my weight? The dirt and concrete know me by first name. If something's pulling at your insides, fight back. I'm the soul and this is my body. Handprints last longer than gravestones, hidden from view. I see flat with eyes curved. 2-Dimensional. I see shapes and colors with my eyes closed. What remains of a man, cursed, sailing. Fishing (for compliments). And then the guillotine blade bears down. Free from his cage, the boy goes home. Miles and miles away from familiar city streets, no sidewalks, no trains. Someone else is driving this vehicle; seat-belt passengers don't get to back seat drive. The street signs point me away from home. It's dark out and I want to put my life in the palm of a stranger's hand. I don't recognize my own hands, and that'll have to do. I can write when I'm supposed to do anything but. Time works different in Wonderland. I'm like if Alice was from the looking glass. A reversed mirror image boy, doing everything correct but to the left; right but wrong. This other dimension is everyone else's. And I'm the one that does not fit. They don't like the way my rage shows them up like a beacon -- but do they know it's lonely being another kind of being. I could talk all night and talk all day and never match the sayings; I'm a foreign species born before eyes of midwives praying. I was not built for this. Frankenstein's monster knew a lot, too. My creators aren't scared of me because they don't know what I am. An amalgamation of mistakes and murphy's lawful love -- anything that could be wrong with me already is.