How shall I describe these things?
These tedious little things?
When we patter in a world so obscene?
Senselessness stitched into its' every seam,
A voluptuous big blue watery adventure; If you can conceive,
With so many building foot falls and babbles: No wonder it's so hard to be seen,
But there's only one you in the big wide blue,
Your exceptionally exceptional, that much is true;
So don't be who you see, be the only you you can be,
Now that will be a wonderful sight to see.