See that's the issue with these usual issues
They get old
Really old
So old, that
Every word
I hear
Just..
Never ceases to make my ears bleed,
******* these issues,
These issues, These issues

Well ****..
Every couple of days,
Mom needs a refill of tissues

As a piano is played
I'll falter into a never ending gaze,
Imagination beautifully crazed

Foggy to the minds
Yet so clear to many hearts
Unbelievable

Desire to connect,
Sharing heart and mind

Desire to satisfy,
Beauty causes to go blind

Desire to stare,
So pupils can align

Desire to feel,
So hands can bind

Desire to live,
Together leave everything aside, behind

I
Aspire
To
Be
Introduced
To
Myself

There was faith in his absent mind.

Or was it just the mere need to be blind?
Is faith imaginary,
Or is this imagination his only reality?

He is free

Spill it into words,
as your air spills into your lungs
as your thoughts spill into your mind
as your meaning spills into your being

I lash your mind
With an invisible twine
Making you blind.
Unable to know me, unable to understand
I cover myself with disguise so bland
For now ill try to figure out who I am
Before I let you walk on my land

I fail to uncover who understands,
Who understands what I do, how I work.
I wrap my head around minds,
Work it so everything aligns,
Everything I do is so I can survive,
Survive my surroundings of knives,
Hoping on the way i'll change a couple of lives...

Laying down in the silence of night
Surrounded by nothing but nothing
Staring at a bright screen where I write
Exchanging thoughts and remaining caught
Up by the mind of another

You don't let people know who you really are (1)
You don't let people know who you really
You don't let people know who you
You don't let people know who (2)
You don't let people know (3)
You don't let people (4)
You don't let
You don't
You.
You is the answer

We sleep for a about a fourth of our lives,
While dreaming for 6 years,
And upon waking up,
Most of these dreams,
Are forgotten

The only happy life
Is forgotten

The fantasy,
Is forgotten.

And so we live,
And die, every night,

And we actually wake up,
As we lay down,
...Without knowing so

Softly step through to
A world unguided to few
Experience truth

There's really no way to reach me
I always show them as many sides i can show
so i can remain unknown
I control the thought of them thinking of me
so i can remain a mystery
I will never be me
I can just see through the sea,
Of people unable to be free