I wish, for freedom
For a language of my own.
A place to vent and call my home
When I feel so lost, and all alone.

Rhymes and rhythm once caught my eye,
Though I can not be true when others spy.
I used to want this
Im not sure if I still do
When I am unsure
Of what is true.

I present for the, me
A mess of emotion
With a head full of wonders in puzzling contortions

Subtracting and adding, feelings from thoughts
And filled with regrets of decisions unsaught
Living through life as each day passes by
While never really knowing which words are a lie

My mind brings me highs, and the lowest of lows, from wondering about things, that no one ever knows

Oh, I wish I could know
I wish I could know.

Pyromancy, is what I fancy.
Living for heat, and getting burned;
There are few greater lessons that one can learn,
Than to deal with a fire that forever churns.

It's an agonizing dance filled with a torturous dread,
But it will ignite your heart with passion, once you gain a kind of tread.

Dance with me fire, I no longer fear your burn.
Entrance me, desire, show me what I must earn.

Build it up, break it down, change it then go back to town
How do I obtain the color brown, would ask a newbie, with a frown.
Crafting and rafting,
Collecting and perplexing

In this world, there's always more
Not a thing I don't simply adore
What is obsidian used for?
Why that's to open a nether door,
Be sure to build it 5x4

Explore a jungle, make a tunnel,
Or let a creeper get you into trouble

Softly slipping silver spoons
Into fresh and awful wounds

Grinding kneeling stealing feeling
Making shaking faking taking
Soft but shallow breaths untaken.

Clip these wings, don't let me sing.
A caged bird is a safe bird.
A caged bird. A lovebird.

A cage is not a home.