im a part time member of this thing we call society,
and i guess you could call me an addict of sobriety.
so many faces look at me with a stare filled with confusion,
as if my presence and appearance orchestrated an intrusion.
to earn the status of a full member you have to give it all
up and experience a crash in the form of a fall.
you might lose your sane thoughts and go mad,
but the worst part will be the excess amount of sad.
it's worth it though, the isolation leads to many revelations!
although you have to be careful of illusory sensations.
simply follow what you feel and do what you want to do.
wake up every morning and pull through it even if you're blue!
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I like the part time members of society, it's the full time members that freak me out
They are the real people! They get just enough from society, and then take refuge in escapism from it. :)