So i said i guess things are alright.
Sternly he replied, you just sit tight kid.
One thing still bothered me,
But i never did bother to ask.
I couldn't figure out the words.
Expressions and words.
They're nothing but letters.
Emotionally illiterate.
Severely inarticulate.

I don't know how to tell and i don't know how to ask.
But i'm alright. am i sheltered? am i trapped?
Was i saved and if so why?
Why did i get this chance?
Will i be able to use it right?
I might blow up sometimes but you know things are alright. i might complain and bitch but you know my answer never changes.
Everything's alright.
In the world you made i'm doing aok.