why do i keep doing this
to become and unbecome
at the same time

i want to change
yet i want to be the same
i want to go
yet i want to stay
i keep telling myself to do it
but i always find reasons not to
i keep pushing myself to let go
but i find reasons to hold on


i want to be me
but i don't know who i am
i want to change the world
but i'm the one who needs saving


**here i am screaming
without letting myself be heard

Being alone with your thoughts.
I describe it like being in the highest cliff
trying to concentrate in the beauty,
but still listening clearly the whispers of
the distant floor calling for my fall.
Strangely, It's tempting.
It's not me, may not be..
Is your reflection even yours
if you might not even be alone
in your own mind?

**Am I really alone?

The noises seem like silence,
crowded places and busy minds.
The paces of the people are like echos of their souls,
they're walking and running and following with their lifes.
It's just like any other day in a big gray city.
I'm passing between hundred of the same black coat,
drowning in the sea of umbrellas.
But I watch the mud on my boots let footprints on the wet street,
like a whisper telling to another daydreamer that I was here.