Act Naturally

Act naturally, John said to me, so I replied with a fur trench coat or 3. Live like your young, or so I was told, so I inhaled until I was old. Didn’t complain, except every night, no need to worry, of course I’m alright. Didn’t believe what I was told, until my outdated opinion, turned into mold. Repressed emotions, remain so sincere, ironically my 20/20 vision turned out so unclear. Don’t need a lover or a friend, just a group to fit into, if not I’ll pretend. Think of me as a loner who doesn’t fit in, would tell my story but wouldn’t know where to begin Started with that oh so overplayed divorce, would run that story by you but it would wear down my soles. Ironic that years of ioslation creates a great sense of self, rely on your self awareness and you’ll get by with just a little help. Drink from the fountain of youth, but don’t drink the spoiled milk or eat the moldy fruit Act naturally, John told me once more, would tell you how I feel but thats an outfit I’ve already worn. Sweaty palms tell me it’s not going as planned, would be shocked but truth is this isn’t the first time I’ve been dealt wet hands. Dry fluids in my throat helped me inhale, what was on the tip of my tongue but turned my words stale. Sold my soul in exchange for a peace of mind I pray to keep, would retrace my steps but my feet are dug in too deep