We spend too much time
With our feet planted firmly on the floor
Never wondering
What if feels like to fly

Even if we can't fly
We have the next best thing
We can jump
We can leave these two dimensions of ours

Even if it's for a second
I want to leave the world behind
And believe I can fly

The problem with jumping
Is the landing
Some crumble on their knees
While others take the impact fine

But you can never know what it feels like to land
If you never take off in the first place
So jump with me
Jump away into an ephemeral flight
Where seconds are eternities
And the ground will never haunt us again

Lately I’ve been filled with intricate emotions and unwanted
thoughts that left an unconscious mind wandering in selflessness
drawing a thin line between death and life
I became alive towards society’s hollowness
and dead towards serenity and self-kindness
my spirit was reluctant to my soul
as my divinity drowned underwater
underwater, where I found new peace
because I realised that nothingness exists
I realised that to give in was to let go.
As I arose the sky gave me a new aura
the air gave me mental stability —
I inhaled acceptance of the universe
and exhaled carraige of nothing of this world.

Like coffee in the morning
I grew used to you somehow
It started bitter and without warning
  it is ending that way now

Like Gene Kelly or Sinatra
You have Marlon Brando class
Went to pop music from the opera
Now I cant stop thinking about ***

Like two stings out of tune
We always seem to clash
Bring your beauty to the room
Where the music doesn't match

Art is ever changing: lke w/e idc
People rearranging: Thrz no bEutY Ne wer3
(Jaha baha LOL
They prolly tlk like diz N h3L7 )

No friends to leave behind
No family to wave be good bye
I'll walk away now
And give up my final try

It's pretty easy to leave here
It's not that hard to go
I'll walk away now
Out in the blistering snow

The frost comforts me greatly
As I tread on through the cold
The white encourages me to go on
And justifies my being bold

With no one to look back on
With no one to pull my slack
I will walk away now
And never come back

The peace and goodwill
Of Christmas -- Pitch invasion
At final whistle.

You are a fever, the disease in my veins.