officious oxymoron

Older than i look, younger than i seem;

between meaning what i say and saying what i mean

Of looking where to go,with my eyes closed

Or listening to someone who isn’t speaking at all

But that in itself is the loudest one i know

Of staying kaput and travelling constantly

Or the insomniac sleepyhead i have become

Quite so rarely but consistently

As i act naturally to all the low highs

Or to the best of the worst moments

That i so lovingly despise

Of the things from an awakened demise

Or of the sorts akin to a lost prize

To the songs i know by heart and don’t sing

And to those that i don’t but try n’ hum

So keep a sad smile, or a cheerful glum

Cause one is to two..what two is to one.

and everything exclusive is essentially the same.