IRC-Galleria

Can you feel this?
I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces
I'm uneven
I am the damaged one

So I wish I was under a tree
Far away from society
Where the only truth in me
Is the soothing sound of my own entity?
While my other voice is free
It expresses words of plea
To return to a stable form of reality
But IÂ’m inside of that tree
That tree is inside of another tree
The perplexity is infinity
So I will just chill with a spliff