Beautiful,
yet fragile.

When the apocalypse happens
the aliens and Archeologists
will at least have our art.

Like air,
my presence is gentle and quiet.
Yet I am temperamental;
from breezes to gusts,
from gusts to whirlwinds -
a turbulence derived from perceived planes.

Still, I stand before you,
eccentricity that does not deviate from its kind manifest.
And with this golden cup,
I will rain upon you from the heavens above,
cleansing the earth.

I am Aquarius.

If I could live life
over again, I would be
by your side each time

Keep talking behind my back
Rumor's tore us apart

So they think know the truth
They think know who I am

Stop judging what you say
Truth is you don't know me
You don't know my story
You don't know my values

Before you lose everything
Just listen to yourself

To your heart
And find your honesty

Be your own person
You know the consequences

Rumor is Wrong
Rumor is Fake
Hurting people around