Moronic ways

I live a metaphor
And the world around me laughs
The chaos is pleasure
And the pleasure is often lost
For if it is nothing that can be caught by naked eyes,
Nothing is what I want to be
Waiting to be forgotten yet found
Waiting to hide , waiting to be free
Who cares about the moronic ways of this world,
Cz another moron I don't fancy to be
But still being looked upon by the world as nothing
Is the kind of attention enough I seek
I live a metaphor
Not realized & lived by all
June is summer; January winter
I will live my April in fall

- Diary of an Oxymoron