Simple mathematics

I feel the most normal alone

In the dark

I feel the most at home 

when I spark

I don't know what's out there, but I'm hoping to find it

Whatever it is, I feel it,

there's no denying 

I don't even know what I'm searching for 

Yet I do know

Now I'm starting to sound like a lunatic 

That's usually how it goes

I'd like to call myself a creative 

Or maybe even a dreamer 

But our dreams are our true reality 

And this reality is truly illegal 

Illegal in every aspect

Yet there's no unity, so they do as they please

I'm just trying to connect and link up 

And find the ones with similar beliefs 

Every time I think of what my passion is,

My head spins, simply because...

No matter what I seem to name,

The common denominator, ends up being love.