The idea of money is funny
we need a piece of paper
to go out and look stunning
or to condense myself in familiar vapor.

I wish I could offer my service
instead of a greasy old dollar.
It would make me feel less nervous
to have success weighed by a collar

Even our heroes need room to breathe
They are congested with our love, and never want to sneeze
Sometimes we get so caught up with the idea of who they may be
But not me, I can see they are just like us, with individuality
The real heroes are hiding in plain sight, not in anonymity
So go home and ask yourself "what really matters to me?"
Is it the ones you love or the man behind the mask?
I don't even have to ask. What about you?

Motorbiking in Paris through the small windy streets
Nearly getting hit with a bike near the prostitutes in Amsterdam
Getting ditched and running across Berlin at 6 AM
5 story club, all you can drink tour, and 80 cent beers in Prague
Surfing in a garden then drinking in the beer gardens in Munich
Ruin bars and getting ruined at them in Budapest
Walking hungover on the triple bridge in Ljubljana
Sipping a spritz on the canals in Venice
Throwing back mojitos with the locals in Florence
Roaming around the ancient ruins in Rome
Partying until the sun is up and more in Barcelona

Once upon a strange sunrise
I got lost and time died before my eyes
I feel like i'm too far from my home
My body now races and my mind roams

I can see my feelings
I can feel my thoughts
Caved into weird dealings
My perspective tied in a knot

Hard to gain control
of which I don't understand
Seemingly an eternity,
only a tick of the minute hand

Unsure if I can withstand the heat
My soul  is a bright star, but unmanned
casting a radiance like a helping hand

An uncanny force attracts my waves
into a cave slaved to the dark abyss
I'm moving closer to the grave concave
a hiss of fear followed by a shivering kiss

As I enter, I see my troubles carved in the wall
Regrets, fears, sorrows that I've yet to overcome
I'm appalled by the amount, too many to count,
my overwhelming hate frees my mind from the drought.

And in just the blink of a smile,
I'm lavishly released from my personal dooms
Eager to set foot in the aisle of a new lifestyle
and I sit up never happier to be in my own room.

Have you ever felt the need to drive
for miles and miles for a special someone
that you have no idea if they will even arrive?
Heart pounding, choked up on my own words.
Convincing myself they may never appear.
Maybe my vision is blurred, or my emotions stirred
as she enters my sight I take more flight than a bird.
My word, the fact that she's even here is absurd!
She is more than I pictured, her beauty not matched by words.
Even though it's only her first visit, I promise I won't
leave your sight, even if it's just for a minute.

My good old friend
I haven't seen in ages
I heard you are going
to a faraway isle.

I wish I could see
your grand departure
but it pains me too much
to see the leave of a soul so pure.

I may appear mature
by the name of my age
But I'm still unsure
If I want to leave my cage.

My good old friend
you needn't worry.
They will soon send my soul,
trust me i'm in no hurry.

I may think that I'm strong,
but I fear which boat will take me there.
I want to prolong where I feel I belong,
As I cannot prepare for the ghoulish air.

My good old friend
how I still wish you were here,
I cannot make amends
or endear when you disappear.

I may not think you are gone,
I long for your presence as I sing our song.
*Sweet girl wake up to hear the sunlight,
but don't open your eyes until the time's right

Can't help but glance
Wants a chance
Pretty but no class
Waiting to prance

Can't strike en masse
Weakened prey in trance
Stands at an impasse
Weighing his chance

His allies are but a myth
Living a lonely writhe
Empty inside all his pith
He just wants someone to dine with

I could've been a lord or a captain
Dispensing orders and leading a team
Yet I'm as average as can be
I could've been an athlete or an actor
Running to happiness or pretending to glory
Yet I'm as average as average can be
I could've been a singer or dancer
On the grand stage hearing fans scream
Yet I'm average as can be
I want all these things not one or none
But growing up I was told it cannot be done
I'll lead my own way to stardom
without anyone's help
I want the world to look up at this nobody and say
We need your help

When when things seem to go up
They come back and spiral down

In search of someone to love
Is a tough path to endure

Someone to sew the patches
Someone to fill the void
Someone to **** the sadness
But what I get is people I should avoid

Someone to hold me
when things get rough
Someone to talk to
When my life gets tough

Someone I could bring home
and show off to Mom
Someone I can come back to
When my feelings are numb

I want someone to love me
Not someone to hurt me
Is that too much to ask?

For those who chose not to see
To dig deeper inside the real me.

You will regret not giving a chance
When you see me in my winning stance

For back when my words were ignored
You will hear and tremble in fear when you walk through that door

You will wish to go back and change your view of me
But the anchor is dug too deep you feel stranded at sea

I am all around though you close your eyes often
I am what you think about when you try and sleep
I have progressed, accomplishing more feats
than a small thinker like you would ever dream of achieving.

So please,

Next time you think of how you mistreated me
I lean back and smirk about how you never caught up to me

Just one more couldn't hurt right?
I mean I've done 6 before in just one night
I better hurry so I don't miss my flight
I'm not going to a known place, however
but in a place no ones ever thought of
where creativity runs free without control
And I'm just along for the ride

Space to Space I flip
Deity to Dimension I travel
From being dropped into a pool of my own ignorance
Or sliding slowly off of an edge I cannot out run
I can't feel myself, only ego is alive now.
The best part there is no comedown.
I just lay back until I fall asleep.
But this time was different
I woke up to bright lights and my mother weeping

Hello little youngin
Standing so fair
Such an innocent tongue
With his bright blond hair
So sweet with a happy glare
Yet to climb life's rungs

I wish I could tell you
The hardships that lie ahead
I wish I could show you
What you should do instead
But life shouldn't be guided
by a slightly older you

As I look I wish I could go back,
as I smile with glee at these photographs
I wish I could smack you,
for going down the wrong track
But reminiscing about my own past
I can't help but crack a laugh

Here's to my funky friend of mine
Who I love to hang with and commit some crimes
You know that we doing everything only for the vine
and sometimes drop those silky smooth rhymes
And even though we've been apart some time
I feel like you've become more than just a friend of mine.

Hit after hit you know the bruhgles never quit
Until we're a little too high than we would like to admit
Every night is a good night when you're always down to smoke
Even though we are probably cooking our heads slowly to yolk
But we continue to laugh because life is just one big joke.

Alone in this world, yet surrounded by friends
All worried about following the latest trends
But not me, I want to be free from odds and ends
The best styles depend on what the media says
They handpick the physically elite to place in a close-up lens
All calculated deceit, if you fall behind you’ll end up in the back seat
Now anyone can be elegant, employing technology to cheat
Revamped appearances are now displayed on our main streets
Transforming young girls views to make them feel incomplete
Natural beauty is harder to come by, morphing us to an effete society
Notoriety is easier to achieve, our adoration alters confidence to anxiety
I now question our propriety; forced variety plagues our high society
They extort and contort the public’s image to be shown on public transport
Deciding who wears it the best will soon become a contact sport
I fear for our culture, even the most allure now sells themselves short
One day this all may change, but for now the homely get a larger sentence in court

All it takes is one push

A push can start a revolution
Eyes gleaming at the shock before oneself
A battered town once filled with life
A lively neighborhood destroyed in spite
Our leaders chose to fight but I ask
myself if it's going to be alright
Debris from a fallen merry go round
Rusting effortlessly in the ground

One push can change a life
One motion, one action decided on behalf
of those we elect to take action
But I wonder, what entitles these people to choose on our behalf
While those who oppose stand strongly at our door.
Forcing young families with battered bones out of their homes.
Tears flown unto those who were less fortunate
Weeps and prayers pass through the sky but nobody hears

One action is what put us here.
A single organism grown into a civilization where
someone decides what's best for us.
We all come from the same home but those
who own more have little time to deal with the poor.
We fight their wars.
We lose their battles.
All for what, some more change
in their already deep pockets?

One movement can flip a perspective.
How would they feel on the front lines?
I think it's their time to suffer the bruises, heartbreak,
and the spoils of the wars we fight for them.

As we mourn on the battlefield they laugh to the bank.
The rich don't fight for their life,
they are unaware of the cold steel of a knife
sending shivers down the spine and
the aftershock shaking the poor souls of their family.
They direct us toward the edge of what they want,
like drones fighting for what they think is right.

And we endure
But we suffer another night of restless sleep
pushing me to the brink of that atrocious sight.
Over and over, the innocent brain
projecting the horrific images of that dreadful night.
And I cry
Knowing, watching myself unable to help

One choice made me see
How the hate of 2 countries can turn
2 total strangers into mortal enemies
The ghastly grin cowers on their face
as he screamed for them to stop
Blood dripping down his war-torn combat boots
The dog tags drowned in a crimson tide
his entire identity cast aside into
An endless blank stare as he stops moving
Dragging his feet along the gravel where he met his ultimate fate

You and me
Used to be
Harmonic company
No one like you, No one like me
Our heads in trees
Swinging in glee
But then one day
I saw you in
an intriguing way
Then we talked
you felt the same
But it wouldn't work
We saw it the same
We went our own paths
along different roads
Even though
I still miss you so

All ears glued to the national screen
Only to hear a single man speak
The one to scheme a new dream
for the masses, a solution we seek.

A result that leaves our worries constrained
and not on the qui vive, an unstained
reputation is not achieved by these means.
The conclusion is printed on the big screens.

No matter how loud the one speaks
Many will critique, for the fate of the weak
should not be a decision, but rather a vision
carefully crafted with precision and little collision.

However I know this is not easily achieved,
but this charade that we perceive is believed.
Most know we are deceived, we are not relieved by this,
but rather bereaved because they receive our pleas.
But yet the top choose how our nation is conceived.

As my eyes lower and my body shrinks
I drift into a land not known as a physical place
I blink as I descend hoping not met by a jinx
It's as lively as can be to me but to you it's null space
My face is motionless like a tree in a windless place
My thoughts are roaming free I can choose from my atlas
Unfortunately to cure my imbalance I must take leave
and drift from the lonely tree to a state where I'm mean to be.

Rich fields of interest, yet to be harvested
The crop of my choice has yet to be planted
Looking inside I have an overabundance of diverse seeds
It’s up to me to plant a new one everyday
Sadly, not all grow to be a part of my world
Some ideas thrive and even drop unfamiliar fruit
Some are neglected to be trained, and soon wither
Each new seed is an experience, learning from the next
Finding new ways to grow is a tricky quest
The embodiment of my inner soul is my reflection in the natural world
And our physical body is the vessel on which we embark
Life is a journey to find the idea that will flourish
The idea that branches out and enhances all others
I’m just waiting for that one
One to change my world
One to willfully tend eternally
You can never harness them all, so take your pick

What happens when i'm trapped in my own state of mind
All these things i must decide comes down to do or die
Nothing will matter soon as time flies the situation multiplies
Now the light of hope has ceased to exist
Sitting around wondering why is now where I reside
Life is a prison we are locked inside
Death has the key to set us all free
Happiness lets us forget who we are
Allows us to sit by and gaze the stars
Pain reminds us that we are mortal
Emotions keep us from being normal
Struggle is the force we shall endure
To learn reality, and keep us in order

Head racing
Heart pumping
One task
Leading up
Gotta run
Where though?
I go
Rapid movement
Where to?
No stops
Doesn't end
Must go
Where though?
Far Away
No brakes
Mind blank
No tears
Just me
Nobody else
My heart
My soul
All behind
Just me
No destination
No station
Just me
Still going
Can't stop
Want less
Want nothing
Just me
Nobody else
Left alone
My thoughts
All unseen
Just me
So please
Leave me
Go away
I'm Free