Inspiration to do something can come from any thing that happens to you,
As small as a trip home from work, or as big as you becoming the President
it all depends on how open you are towards the opportunity
And for moody guys like me, It all depends on the mood.
I sat on the back seat
Windows wide open into the world
Blackened were the windows
Still could see the outside world
And they had no clue.
Music in my ears, lots of noise outside
But still, All I could hear was me.
People inside, high were their noises
Still the person I could here was only me
They joked around, on useless stuff
Me trying to put up, with a fake smile.
The iron mask I had on, was winning like a pro
They discussed me and my life, and the others around
Couldn’t they realize, it really didn’t matter.
I nodded and smiled, Until I could.
No one was seeing the bored hood.
Failed did they, in knowing the inside
Couldn’t they realize, all wasn’t really well
It was not a joke, certainly not for me
And they didn’t stop torturing me,
Just then I looked around, to see
Many with music in ears, and thought on their faces
Then I understood, wind blew the other way too
Ear plugs and Ironmask they had it all.
I wasn’t the only one putting up with all
For some it was concern, for others it was fun
Mask or real, it was definitely not a pun
Voice in my head shut up
Music in the plugs did get a sit up
There I sat on the back seat.