I see a lot of people like that
And I wonder
What it really says about us
Like if I dress in style, unique, and a little wild
But my underwear is just blue
Am I hiding my boredom instead of keeping it true
I know there are people walking around
With the coolest ankle warmers in town
But other than that aren't sporting anything to write home about
Are they like that all the time?
Do they only watch Friends and The Office but make beautiful carvings of leaves on the side?
Or maybe they mostly have weather conversations until someone mentions modern philosophy
and all of a sudden Nietzsche and Kierkegaard are standing right beside of me
Falling out of their mouth in this passionate spout
Eyes on fire and then back to coals duller still just to white round pointless stones
I fear that I'm the opposite
A front of intentionality covering up a core that can go toe to toe with the boredom of vests and bad striped ties with sweats
Someone using interesting nick knacks and pierced ears laid back but too scared to get a tattoo and too unoriginal to not borrow what you do
I have some pretty interesting socks though
But if they get lost in the rest of the noise I adorn then maybe they might as well be blue too
Like my eyes
Just cold crystals without fire because the rest of the world feels pretty hot
And I don't really want to add any heat to that lot
So if I'm just a noisy style with cold passionless blinders
Than why am I out here thinking so hard on what other people find their…
Comforts in
It's easy to think someone is boring
But we don't have to be walking performance acts you know
Sometimes I wish I felt like just socks were enough
To make me interesting and worthwhile and tough
Unfortunately, we can dress up however we want
But the hearts that live do so without our permission
And regardless of how we try and dress them