road
rhythmic, branching.
turns, teases, tricks.
niether place nor group.
freedom

That ugly woman you dislike.
You think she ain't pretty.
But she is a teacher, you know.
And as any teacher, she is someone's queen.
To that someone she's beautiful.
But you don't care. She's just an ugly stranger.

And this ****** guy, no self control on board.
You say he's beyond dumb.
But somewhere in a college he gets high scores.
Somewhere in a house he feels emotions deep and true.
But how'd you ever know?
He s just a ****** on a train.

Oh yeah, the leading lady you applaud.
She lives with no hardships, it appears to you.
But she is sometimes crying hard.
The girl she adores doesn't care about her.
And now the leading lady cares not 'bout fame.
Whatever, she's a happy star to you.

Finally, the boy who's lost in the streets.
You always call him a loser, lost cause.
But he is somebody's reason to fight.
He is a youngster's greatest man.
He lives to help and helps to live.
But give ,oh please, no ****.  He is a loser in the streets

But you, a normal, boring, balanced human.
I see no interest in copies.
But you're a hurricane that dance under water.
But your the rebel seeking holes in walls.
And obedience is just a shameful mask you wear.
But i am clueless. You're just too boring, calm as sand.

Hit it big
Hit it strong
Back to life
Back to cold

Dance alone
Laugh when dark
Be the raven
And the shark

And forget
Who forgot you.
Back to skies,
Why won't you.

Back to dark,
Or bight the dust
Let lose your demons
And feel the heart burst.

Just forget.
And after midnight don't you cry.
Back to lonely.
Back to dry.

They take their shots on film.
They dance  to the vinyl plates.
They write with old pens.
They keep it real through decades.

You know, someday, the lights go out for good.
They will know what to do.
But we depend on energy too much.
What's then we are to do.

Besides, they touch the music, smell the lights.
But we have only ones and zeros.
They keep real, we make it fake, so
I wonder who're the real weirdos.