The Oatmeal Paradox

Oatmeal, you're a paradox to me, Oatmeal, you're a paradox to me; you're everything and nothing, an Oregon Bumba-low, you're an introverted athlete nerd, falling from the sky, you're a basketball legend, oh tell me why, born in 85, raised in the ghetto, trying to survive, without Bhakti, you almost drown in Seattle in 88, getting run over just wasn't your fate; you wanna be the next Michael Jackson, but was unable to talk well; you got lost so many times, you got fired so many times; you make people laugh, then you stab them in the eyes with conviction, confusion, distorted isolated fragmentation, collection, rejection/T-R-C; you tried too hard to never let go, L-4-O-J; oh your heart might be pure, but the journey has been brutal; why did you go to Cali/Vietnam/so many camps as a counselor/Japan/Texas/Canada/Idaho/Washington/P-D-X/Mea-Om-knee-uhhh/Hawk/Salvation Army/F-Y-G/KathyBike/Singapore/Cambodia/Asia/NewYork/SouthCarolina/WestVirginia/oh why are you still single with your dingle, wanna mingle