The Real Virgo.

I hate that I’m a Virgo

I’m hidden in a dark hole

With depth like the blue sea

but all you see is charcoal

I don’t wanna be a flag pole

I’d like to be a flag tho

Free-er than a lost soul

Wherever that I go

I don’t wanna come home

home to my own mind

Thinking like I’m Einstein

When everything is all fine

Who gave you the power

to blow like a turbine?

While I remain a robot

or a shame preserving mime

Out of Site but still in line

You ask a penny for my thoughts

And I may request a dime.

You wanna know what I’ll say?

Probably what they all do…

I’ll describe my views

but decrease the volume

Toning down my passion

So that I don’t appall you

Diminishing the value

Of the picture that I drew

Now your doubting my truth

Thinking that im basic

cuz I failed to give you Lasic

So your blind to the matrix

That I see from my spaceship