An artist in theme,
A set artist indeed
To go rue the outside world
For its wall space and scene.
She will walk the land;
But, as it never goes as planned
She stops by for drinks at pubs
And sees some nice spots on the way.
Oh little Lily, you will rue the day.

Originality over Success
I’ve only wanted what’s best
Success is in pride
But pride will not drive
Me. To win what is mine.
For that, you may not have to try.

For that, you may not have to think.
And for that, you must stop.
To get on top, you must rock.
The world inside you for what it’s got.
Why think, when you can do.
Overthinking can be the death of you.

The death of you. The death of you.
Overthinking can be the death of you.
Don’t think, just do.
And remember try not to lose
What is yours and what is mine,
What can be found inside the mind.
Don’t think, just do.
Overthinking WILL be the death of you.
Just start, then climb.
It’s the best way to keep what’s mine.

I’ll keep what’s mine until I scramble
From then on, it’s hard to find.
When you’re scrambled, you’re fried.
You have lost what drives the mind.

So don’t think, just do.
Utilize what is left of you.

I'm tired.
I'm feeling sad, lonely, and confused.
Some days I can pull of happy
When others, I can be in a mood.
I do what I can to groove.
Lately I've had an extreme case of the blues.
And it's sad to play happy,
When I actually feeling more alone even when I'm with you.

What do I do, self?
Do I continue to let a man rule me
A man with charm who gets to fool me
Do I stay and say I’m sorry
Or apologize for ever bothering
With you?
Help
A man who often helps me,
Cares to protect me,
But then closes open doors?
He holds the strings
While he plays me like a puppet
I’m in love with this man
And I can’t even help it
He takes all my energy
And there no sense of


Stealth.
Help.

Madness.
It's something in us all.
Some hide things well,
others afraid of being raw.
Some are enclosed
and can't reach within;
Some people are scared
and others win.
A careless madness
is for people with success
and a non-reasonable madness,
for those on the streets
who don't get to rest.

Sometimes there is just nothing to say.
I give up
I have felt thrown away.
I've always fought hard
for what I believe in
but talking takes no action
and I am finally relieving
myself of the duties
of carrying on through
This time I give up
and it's not just for you.
I'm tired of the baggage
you have left me to sort through.
You leave me without help,
I don't know what to do.
I refuse to continue
and sort through
bad choices I haven't made.
And maybe someday,
You can come to realize
that you have made a mistake.