I want to be in that musical too.

This entire assignment has given me the greatest urge to sing (by myself), and write a song. I have decided to write this song based upon an accumulation of views and the crafting of outlooks that many people have given the impression of attaining around me. It is very interesting to notice how revolutionary our own beliefs may be when grasped by the hands of tone.
There is a backyard there was a movie that meant more than writing
An impulsive taste that allowed us to be children
The wounding of vanity, we never can be too being
(it is never collective, it is never collective)
But who feels more embarrassed than when they are unaware?
It is fine to watch polished individuals be tainted.
Where are the authentic games we once labeled ours.
(rightfully his, rightfully theirs)
And we will gladly regress with a shattered mind.
Nothing walks and stillness is a seesaw,
For the height depends on those men.
(apologetic in thought, apologetic in time)
The eyes are sometimes flawed with aim
There is numbness in their approval.
It is always better to stare at the leg of a table.
(soothing with mercy.)

I suppose this could be seen as a poem too, as justification.