Say What?

I don’t know what to say.

Nothing new, never do.

I’ve been making it up as I go

Seeing nobody gave me the blueprint

On how to be. Consequently,

I’ve always lived with a foot

Outside the lines,

Or at least my thinking.

And it seems there is no barrier

For thoughts that come in,

From who knows where,

God or the devil?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell which.

Unless, of course, it’s only been me

All along,
Trying to get back across the line.