The world was once so easy
Documented by numbers
Knowledge that all know
And what I could see
That no one else could
Now nothing makes sense
Phrases and words put out of order
Each with an unusual meaning
Changing with the 'wind'
Whatever that is
This place always so strange
Yet everyone accepts it as fact
That nothing makes sense
Will make sense
It is overwhelming
Everywhere is so different
A thousand questions wander my mind
But I bite them back
I am no sparkling
I am the Autobot Second-in-Command
Not a soldier that can admit
To knowing nothing
Yes, nothing makes sense
Sometimes I slip up
It is embarrassing
To lie there helpless
Merely because I am not good enough
To understand what others do
They put this aside
Accept where once they wouldn't have
Once have gotten rid of
This glitch in the machine
Of the Autobot Army
I can't accept this world
Of accepting the weak
Of not culling those who can't
One where I am still commanding
An army on a planet
Where nothing makes sense