God of Poetry

I have an obsession
With making confessions
What am I, Catholic?
Why am I stressin'?
I'm guessin'
It's because I have a dangerous mind
Not a terrorist kind
But the kind that puts all conventional thinking behind
And it puts everything in perspective sometimes

I think in a wide spectrum
I think about the mysteries of history
I think glass half full and glass have empty
It's almost like I have a split personality
With a clear yet distorted perception of reality
And to get it out of me
I write poetry in the hopes people notice and can relate to me
I don't mind being the guy who hates being right
But it drives me crazy because I am all the time
And people's ignorance drives me fucking crazy
So at the end of the day I give up and choose to be lazy

But then again maybe
I've been given this gift for a reason
And tis the season
To preach a revolution
Which could be the solution
To all the worlds problems...

Maybe I'm God and was meant to solve them