Relax. Breathe into it.
You're a hill. You're an immovable object.
You are shaking this whole world
just by being in it.

Breathe into it.
You are going home now.
Like a forest full of birds.

Boy Vs Man,
which of these will win
because this is where it begins

A boy is in-mature
a boy only thinks of himself
he doesn't even care if he puts his own lady in stress
a boy will play games
as ladies you should know a boy never cares
he only says nice things to make you weak
and immune to the words he speaks
then after you give him what he wants then he's gone to the next
A boy will cheat on you and even lie
leaving you at a state to cry
A boy will tell you things
but want show no action as well
now we see why these boys always end up in jail
by the way a boy comes in all ages
cause its not about the real age
its about how mature that one person acts
VS,
A man will be there when you need him
be faithful at all times
A man will always be truthful
because there shouldn't be no reason of lying
A man will provide
A man want talk to a lady wrong
So a man is what a lady needs to become strong
A man knows that 2 strong loves equals a lifetime
a lifetime equals a wife
A man knows that at certain times he shouldn't be out with friends
A man would never turn his love to a ex
he treats his lady like a queen
he'll never use her for money nor ***

so there you have it Boy Vs. Man
which one would our ladies choose
because its outta find a winner
or just lose

We are occupied with being busy
Busy missing those small hints
Busy ignoring people around us
Busy not paying attention to oneself
Busy overlooking the crumbling bonds
Busy clearing away nature’s beauty
Busy taking things for granted
Busy enveloping the truth with falsity
Busy embellishing the present
Someday in future we shall stand trial
As to how occupied were we being busy

Night star blue,kick me am dead
my words are mighty,
am wise,I must say
i promise i won't write anything rash
am leaving this cave

Here comes trouble, here comes the danger
as the darkness grows,
lights fades
thunder claps,we're  bonded together
Orchestra of my heart
chords of my soul

Eyeing the situation
But the heart contemplates otherwise
Only living in denial

I am a victim
Of crimes against
Humanity.
Being members thereof,
We are perpetrators
Sharing the accused's glass box
Or standing as a witness.

With arms raised
We surrender with deference
To pulpits, daises, chambers, courts,
Banks and dealers.
In a slight of mind
We conferred,
Then anointed
The con-men
and
The can women.

It's spellbinding.
Almost pointless.
We won't insist one
Indict one's self.