I find solace in my solitude.
I tend to idealise my isolation.
Reaching the apex of my creative altitude.
I guess it's time for my medication...

The only truth I can ever know
is that of the thoughts within my mind.
And yet, it is my only true foe,
one I can never leave behind...

They say beauty comes from within.
If so, then where do anger, remorse and resentment reside?
Because I'm struggling to hear over the din;
it seems as though my beauty has no place to hide.

Is there enough space for all this emotion?
If I have a choice, I choose only one:
to get rid of all this commotion,
I have done what has had to be done.

trapped in a white box
with no way out
surrounded by whips and chains
he could only shout

hes voice echoed
but they shut it down
laying him Down
on that cold ground

preparation for  
another enslaved day
the shouts of yesterday
couldn't help him today

'freedom is arriving'
he proclaimed
scared to the face
of the mistakes they made

soon the colours of that white box varied
bestowed in this hidden treasures
was a gem they buried

Like a star, you
are completely unstable.
This is certainly true,
it is no fable.

A constant battle, between
your constant auto-criticism,
crushing your self-esteem...
Lashing out with witticism.

And your thoughts coming together
beautiful yet destructive,
yet it's only when it's them you aim to tether
do they tend to get disruptive.

Although I'm under no illusion
and I realise that your beauty can blind,
you create energy like nuclear fusion
and boggle my mind.

Some will be blinded by your brilliance,
others will never fathom your inner struggles.
You will have to find intrinsic stimulants,
and amaze those who watch you juggle

If our love went missing,
out of sight
would you keep fighting
for what is right

It could have lasted,
it could have carried on,
our weak bonds
couldn't stay strong

I chased my dreams
you chased yours
we left our love
on the Cape shores

still I fight
for what's not In site
pretending I love
when it's not right