Who am I

Cant be defined by your vision it has no precision you label me with a generic definition that never sticks always needs revision thoughts similar to garbage never well composed ending like the most decomposed to be too soon recycled and thrown back into the cycle sad to acknowledge the knowledge that was dropped at a younger age forever to be judged by the company I keep around my definition will never be found its too profound to be seen in between the people that keep me intact the few people that can relate sharing similar hopes and visions with the same mission in the pursuit of happiness where ever it may rest the reason I try an progress through the turbulence that at times makes no sense I'm an addict to the art it has all of my attention holds me in detention with my thoughts forever by my side the escape when I feel confined I can tell you who I am, but you probably wouldn't understand, but yet you still try well let me tell you I'm not an average guy I'm a bit shy at times looking at my face you probably realize I'm unplugged from this place always out of tune to the normal set of ears drown me out till I disappear nowhere near here I'm usually off in a daze thinking of a better place music flows through my veins ima a fucked up rendition straying from the basic composition leaving an abstract canvas full of strange colors like no others