"When you crawl, they want you to walk.
When you walk they want you to run.
When you run they want you to talk.
When you talk they limit your use of certain words.

They want more. They want more. They want more.

When you speak a proper sentence and can count, they send you off to school.
When you are at school they want you to read.
when you can read they want you to count some more on a higher level.
When you can count on a higher level they upgrade with more levels of reading and counting.
When you get home from school they want you to have good reports.
When you have good reports they want you to be organized.

They want more. They want more. They want more.

When the week end comes along and school is out, they want you to be social.
When you are being social, they want you to exorcise.
When you are done exorcising they want you to compete.
when you have won in your competition they want you to go back to learning.
When you come home from more learning they expect a good report.

They want more. They want more. They want more.

When you get a job you gain 'responsibility'.
When you gain responsibility you life no longer matters.
When your life no longer matters you have surrendered.
when you have surrendered you are expected to keep working for less pay.
When you work for less pay you can't afford a home or food.
When you can't afford food you become hungry.
When you become hungry you starve.
When you starve you die.
When you die you have failed at what was expected of you and that is to live.
When you fail at living you are labeled as a failure.
When you are labeled as a failure.......... you are forgotten.

They want more... They want more... They.. Want... More."

Within these stars... lie the many hearts..
Some with pride.. and some that are blind..
The darkness is so high.. but theres a small light.
As I venture through this dark abyss..
I am guided by those who have stood by me this entire journey and some that have come to assist..
I am torn.. broken down and beaten..
I look to the stars and I see them... see them all defeated..
Death floods the entire galaxy.. and drowns my soul...
This place..
this hell..
this nothingness..
was what I used to call...
my home..

She broke a nail,
He told her to deal with it.
He scraped his knee,
She told him to buck up.
She is having a bad hair day,
He told her to live with it, it looks fine.
He lost his favorite drawing,
she told him to grow up.
She asked if he was upset,
he said no but she kept asking.
He passed a test,
She responded with a blank tone, "Good Job."
His favorite show came on,
but the power went out half way through.
She cut her hair and it looked REALLY PRETTY,
but nobody noticed.
He achieved a really high goal in his life,
but he had nobody to celebrate with.
She said she just needed someone to talk to,
He said he was busy.

In a perfect world
With a perfect girl.
Her eyes flutter,
Her Skin, soft like butter.
Everybody seems to be happy and perfect
No War. No Democracy, No 'God' to worship.
The night life fills with laughter and joy and dancing and the children sing with happiness while prancing.
The music is loud and fills the night sky, and the energy lifts us up high. In a Perfect world
With a Perfect Girl.
I can see again..

I am not into '****-Hungry' woman...
But simply a woman who can make a ****, hungry without having to expose herself.
A woman's *** is not something I would take any pride in,
but her figured arch is what will take my pride away and turn it into passion.
A woman's lack of intelligence will keep me turned off...
But her sense of humor, education, adventure and ****** passion will arm me like a bomb.
The peel of a woman's nails down my back will bring out the rage of a thousand hells in me, just as much as the seductive stare that the beautiful librarian, across the hallway will.
The sound of her moan in my ear will melt me like metal in molten lava.
The sweet whispers through the midnight life while rolling in the sheets of 'Desire' and 'Lust' leave me weak and strong at the same time.