I smell like ****
It was something I that I controlled
Turns out it was brightly lit
This knowledge hurts

I look like ****
I never knew anyone would care
I only want to cross the street
I got upset upon watching a street fair

I talk like ****
A store clerk can't understand me
Feels like I choke on my own spit
How is my life worth more than a flea

I feel like ****
Why can't everyone just ignore my decay?
There's an urge to start a rebel,
But instead I just walk to a nearest ashtray

Today is the time to shake up my core
Strings of the world will show me the course
Things that I can't get a hold of
Create driving force

Today is the starting point
It pronounces exchange
Between now and forever,
Familiar and strange

Today will not be a bitter
Child abandoned by history
Pages of fresh ink
Won't let it die down in misery

Now back to the cage.
Don't forget where you came from.

Just like paper,
You get folded in half
At the end of the night
Was it worth it?

Just like paper,
You get torn apart
By the finest movement
Are you ready?
To face the world
To conquer the peaks
To lead men to battle
...
I didn't think so

Just like paper,
Your needs end up in a bin
What will it take for you to fight back?

Riled up, out of breath
Lost patience, afraid
Froze to death, tired of waiting

Waiting for his own first step
That will help close the gap
To an answer

The question was
What's the worth of self-worth
If it twists to 'self-worthless'?
Hard to dig out this anchor
With its deep, old root system
That will grow through foundation
Leaving sanity homeless

Three minutes will pass
And storm will be gone
Leaving room for a short affirmation:

'I am smiling and standing,
Both feet on the ground
Eyes wide open
And facing the sound'

Midday bell
It marks the split
Between now and then
Gives new life to the hope

Tomorrow is half a day from now
Running in spot is mundane
But progress will follow
No room for those standing

The end is negotiable
Mending shards is up to the titans
They will be in your head
When you dissolve in the rings of the bell

Ambigious and abused
Risky and repressed
Tasty and tested

Warrior is worrying
Idol is idling
Liar is loving
Leader is losing

Living, but stalling
Inquiring, but taking
Venting, but keeping
Entertaining, but missing
Oppressing, but breeding
Neglecting, but trying

The torture commences and strangles the soul
But sets the muses in motion
Deception will help making two souls entwine
By bringing forth pent up emotion

Petty disputes brushed aside and forgotten
The unity rises, proposes solution
To end pointless searching, to mark the beginning
Of fruitful and fierce evolution

Try to look back at square zero
You find it is now pile of steam
Means that you chose, you will never escape them
But you still want to chase this alluring,
Corrupting daydream