Why search for people with originality?
Why look for something in a person, when no two could be the same?
People try for normal.
Though in reality there is no such thing as normal.
When no two individuals are alike, how could there be such a thing?
Society tries to create normal.
Though how could they create something that can never exist?

I can see the man in the moon tonight
I could never see a face in the craters before
I just simply thought it was something people invented
In an attempt to personify what we don’t have a connection to
A giant face in the sky is more comforting on a cold night
More comforting then a reflective rock
Maybe I was right and so there isn’t really a face
Maybe I just need to see that face tonight
That face to tell me goodnight and that I can try again tomorrow

My room’s vacancy pools into a dense silence
Like an estate open house or thrift store:
Evidence of people once being here
Without those people still being there

A small lamp braves the dark of my room
Daring to edge its toes into the dark water around
I tell it to just jump on in
The water’s nicer once you adjust to it

My hands ***** out into my empty bed sheets
There is a silver lining in here somewhere, there must me
Maybe it’s just too dark for me to see it
I guess I’ll wait until the morning

Her eyes,
Oh, what can I say,
Like diamonds, like stars,
Full of life and sway,
Like a golden stream,
With glisning water,
Like little raindrops that scatter,
Those lines inside your eyes,
Don't know the scientific reason for them,
I just know,they were made to represent,
Nothing but yourself,
And myself in them

Her eyes make me go crazy!
makes me jump and touch the sky!
please,if being in love with you makes me psyco,
Then be that,I don't care!

Her eyes,oh,
Her eyes,
Can't describe,
Or put in words,
How mad,
How mental,
They do make me well!

But seeing tears in those eyes,
Are not as good as watching those on roses,
'Cause the rain's not the reason,
That makes her smile,
But just a slight sight of ,
Me, you and I....

Your eyes,
oh,those sparkling things,
Could never be demised,
'Cause those eyes,
yes those little things,
Are those,
Who make me smile,,,,......

Imagine a world with plenty of air
Which doesn't care less
That your lungs strive with pain.

Imagine a world filled with sunrise
Which doesn't care less
That your eyes cry senseless.

Imagine this kind of water
Which doesn't bring mildness
To your dry, dusted lips.

Imagine the world I imagine...
Sights painted with unknown,
Words in brackets tortured and thrown,
Twisted sounds in mirrorr unfolded,
Lies in black bags, stories untold
Thoughts like salted sands, fears unhold.

There are many the things I see
In the "too many things I can't see".
I imagine too much, too many at a time -
Then reality falls in a deep distress.
Imagine a world with air, water and sunrise
Or create our own universe
Which doesn't care less.