He was a butterfly,
Lost in the darkest of nights,
But he came upon a light,
Shining from distance,
And in his rush he was quickly drawn to her,
And the closer he got,
The more gorgeous,
The more beautiful she became,
But even that light disappeared,
For the moment he touched her,
He got burned, fluttering through air,
He fell and died.

So love similar to the butterfly and the light,
We hope that it might be something.
We rush ahead with such excitement, drawn to something with a deep affection.
But each one is tempted by their own desires, they get lured away and enticed.
Giving it our all, the magic, beauty, the moments, what is that light, what is that flame and glow.
What is it that we want so much, forgetting it’s power to burn, to ****, to literally set you on fire..

What is this thing that we are holding in our hands, this creation, put a finger on a small screen, is this how we get in "touch" with the world..or is this how we lose touch with it, lose touch with reality, the nature of life, the actual social activities, the talking, the conversations, no..really getting in contact, face to face, not Facebook to Facebook, go out, feel the air, listen to the wind, the rustling of the leaves, run barefoot on the grass, connect with the earth, feel it moving, breathing, listen to the waves and the fluctuation of the seas, to hell with artificial lights, go outside and feel the sun that nourishes you with nothing but health, lay awake in the night and gaze upon the beautiful stars, shining, glimmering across the sky, feel the rain drops hitting the earth, the smell of wet dirt, recognize the beauty of the snowflakes as they gently expand and gather upon one another, admire the beauty of the regrowing plants in the spring, become one with the universe, this is not who we are, this is not where we belong, everything has become artificial, cold, rigid, dark, sad, we are told how to live, how to talk, how to walk, how to die, where is the freedom..my home is out there.

What do you know bout my life,
How do you know what it's like,
To know that nobody cares bout you,
Nobody kind, nobody like,
But no buddy I'm like nobody,
So i nobely write, they said no to me,
But know this one day every note’ll be noticed,
And for every word a Nobel prize..

Enjoy the minutes, the hours, the days,
Enjoy it with our families,
And the friends we make,
Enjoy the seasons, the snow and the rain,
The flowers blooming in spring,
And the hot summer days,
Ejoy the nights under the stars,
The moon and the space,
Enjoy it with your soul mate,
With whomever you love,
Because love is the way,
Enjoy the mornings,
To hell with the stress of getting to work late,
To hell with technology and the internet i say,
I might be gone tomorrow,
No more sorrow and pain,
To hell with staying home,
Im going out today,
To hell with all the worrying,
And all my past mistakes,
To hell with the future,
To hell with the anxiety,
And feeling of being useless and fake,
To hell with what people think of me,
To hell with the hate,
No more thinking,
I will live my life the way i want,
And that is my own way.

There is life..
And then there this life that is shaped by our thoughts and the way we think, hampered and held in snared, manipulated and played with by our own imagination.

In The Middle East women are getting rocked, Here women are getting rocked as well, but with diamonds, precious stones and pearls.

And so I sit and look into that tiny little flame,
And I see myself, because in this world I feel like that candle, surrounded only by darkness,
Alone, flickering, struggling to stay alive.