Has anyone ever noticed,
that I am a paradox on legs?
Somehow holding so many ideas?
I believe in love and peace, kindness and goodness.
And yet- I know the world.
It is not a place with these.
I know in my head that people are bad,
but trust that people are good.
I think the best of everyone else,
but of myself, the worst.
I can sometimes play the game.
I am smart, oh so book smart.
I can understand philosophical thoughts and hold their beliefs-
but I can hold ones from both sides.
When you can understand each argument
from both sides, no matter the issue,
you seem like a flake. (at least in a way)
But you have strong beliefs and are stubborn.
It takes a lot to move me,
but very little at the same time.
I am a hopeless romantic, who is also a realist.
I am a walking paradox,
and sometimes its great.
An optimistic cynic,
a mess of understanding and belief.
But sometimes, I just want to make sense.
Especially to myself.