My life is a song
with a repetitive chorus
sang by a tone-deaf artist,
with no taste in lyrics.
Meaningless words
in an empty space,
just filling up the time
in between places.
My life is a song
with a meaningless chorus,
with words that don't mean a thing
to anyone but me.
My life is a song,
that will become someone's favorite,
my life is a song,
that someone hears every day.
My life is a song,
that I'm going to dance to.

Survive yourself first
Discover your thirsts
Quench them but in quiet waters

Find the path among the twisted roots
Invent the peace that does not exist
Be your day

I have evolved

to survive in the blackest depths
where there is no light, no sound.
To survive at the tallest heights
where the air is too thin to breathe.
Yet, I am being crushed by the immense pressure
of the unexplored trenches of my mind.
I am being suffocated by the lack of oxygen
at the sickening peaks of my vacant euphoria.

I have evolved

not to thrive, not to live, but to survive, to exist.
I can't remember the last time I felt human
at the apex or the bottom of my trivial existence.
I don't believe that I ever was, because
humans have evolved to live
on stable grounds below the cliffs.
They have evolved to build the ships
that sail above me while I drift.

I have evolved






                                                   ­                                                     only to exist.