I am not a voice

change my tune

I am a choice

sounding like the afternoon



Kid sitting in the back

head down on the desk

thinkin about some nick nack

I'm not tryin my best



ideas are flowin

all the other kids chatting

the wind outside is blowin

their words combating



like the old do to the young

they just want them to be quiet

they just can't stop their tongue

all they want to do is riot



I exist:

kinda like a tree

something that wants to be free

I just gotta find my need



back to the kid

he makes a few bids

can't find himself

he'll end up on the shelf



In the end

his head is down

ideas used to defend

all is goin to the ground

The garage opens
light floods in
the sky is blue and solid
the ground is black and clear
the bike is white and prefect
strangers ignore it all
the bike is moving
passing my own view
cars keep chasing their own tail
the bike doesn't hesitate
into a white car it goes
the car isn't white, but red
strangers stare at it all
there is no bike of perfection
the ground is also not black, but red
the sky is dark filled with lights
my view is darkness
and the light cannot flood anymore

Add effect
synthesize
bring together ones soul
simple rhymes make us fold
leave behind the familiar mold
believe that you're made of gold
this is what my father told
grow to be young not old
the world is  not cold
love can not be sold
life isn't on hold
be the bold
revolutionize

Waste away tonight
knife escape my own fate why
tomorrow is not