It was whilst trying to be like the rest
that I lost myself.

You try to be a gust of wind
You try to blow out my candle of passion...

You tell me I am waste
and that I have no taste

'You ain't gonna make it', you say
'I ain't gonna take that', I say.

Call me a zero
I'll be your hero one day.
Throw stones at me..
I'll only learn to defend them better.
I have the will to ****
Every negative thought you throw at me...

I'm here to fight..
I'm here to win...
And no matter what...
I'm not giving in.

You've seen me..
probably many times
But I doubt you'll ever recognize
for you've seen many like me.
I hope you're still half green- half pastel...
like you used to be...
You were the journey.........
to my ' little destination' in the mornings
and
to my coaster in the afternoons...

You were the sole spectator
to various secret meetings...
The anecdotes you see and hear in a single day
could make you a best selling author
had you been born human...

Every walk I took through you was beautiful...
But the ones I cherish
are the ones I took in solitude
engaging in a conversation with myself.

You are what I call
"The Corridor of Memories"
and like a beautiful memory itself,
You will never be forgotten.
You'll stay forever in my heart.