We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think

You’re the bestest bud Anyone could love And your soul shines through All the doom and gloom Fortunate to have

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

You read books and take advice On what you should do in life Only thing you need to know Is what makes your passions grow

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

We set out from our little town Across country, “We’re Phoenix bo… Reality! Rubber met ground At least there was a story found

I am a Libra, can’t you see The meaning of dichotomy The this and that, the you and me The balance and disparity

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?