With nothing to do
There is nothing
That can be done
With nothing to win
There is nothing

What happens to you
Makes you who you are
Do what you may do
But always be on guard
Lest harmful thoughts be left

Everyone tells you
What they think
Half give good advice
None of them agree

If you only knew
My life up till today
All that I’ve been through
Through the depths of dismay
Feeling lost and feeling blue

You cannot teach
What you do not know
Yet all man’s heroes
Have left their mark
By doing so

Some people frame the game
On the basis of a name
A genocide of shame
They slate your personality
On the faux causality

A full moon rises in the night
Its shadow cast in dreamy white
Placid waters bathe in light
Time is paused to laud the sight
As ripples scatter the moonlit glo

As the morning clouds disperse
Birds come out to quench their thi
A river washes off the city’s curs
Cement breaks up to reveal rebirth
The current flows over former stre

We live in a time
In which no light is left to shine
That which ascends
Is always quick to decline
Fortune with destitution

Can anyone be heard amid such nois
Humans shout to find their voice
Is human rule our only choice?

A darkness crept inside of me
An emptiness I’ve known before
A loneliness, but this time so muc
You told me that my social life wo
But for what? What am I to do?

I want to be your comfort
I want to be your freedom
I want to soothe your deepest trou
If you just let me in to see them
I feel like a thorn who longs to b

Dystopian nightmares depict
A world of totalitarian control
With freedom as the virtue lost
Sending civilization down the hole
But perpetual dissent and rebellio

Our corner of existence is diminut
But chaotic
Every other level is essentially
Harmonic
From the smallest of the tiny

When freedom enslaves
The way you behave
Becomes a free-falling game
Liberating your name
From dignity’s shame.

How can I say 'I’m fine’
While this fire scalds the heart
You used to call home?
How can I say 'I’m well’
While your absence burns a hole

Sunrise?
Or sunset?
It all depends
On how you color it

Billions of hearts stop beating
Never to beat anew
How can we pull them back
And save but a few?
Tread with care and skill

My fingers trace the figures in my
Fumbling to fill between the lines
Working free the fetters of my min
Those who fought before me left a
I see all the writing on the walls