I won't question because I'd rather just feel the resurrection,
The one of myself,
Where I realize that this whole time I've been riding high,
That the ground underneath me wasn't as frail as I thought,
Maybe the world wasn't born to rot.
So stand up, Stand up,
And scream with no sound,
Lift up the masses with just a look,
Take me by the hand and I'll take you here,
We can laugh and love with no fear,
I'll show you the direction if you want to get lost,
Buy into my madness and take a ticket,
Nothing but a little lovin' is all it cost.

I need this,
For me it's like an addiction,
I find excuses for why I am the way I am but in the end,
It's this that is my most honest form.
Anonymous,
Hidden behind a pen or a keyboard,
Spilling my soul in words rhyme,
Turning off the lights and losing all senses of time.
I scare myself and feel like I can't lose grip,
Because I never really had a hold.
Freedom is a false desire because what is it really?
I don't want freedom, I want love.
I don't want freedom, I want to feel alive.
I'd rather live surrounded by tyranny and fascism,
But be freed by love,
Than be surrounded by love and acceptance,
But be trapped by my internal struggles.
Truth is I've driven myself mad with thought,
I'd love to just turn my mind off and just coast,
Like a bike that just flies.
But maybe when push comes to shove it's that madness that makes me who I am.
Without it who am I?
I'm no one,
I'm a robot just going through the motions,
With a fake smile, a red cup, and someone I don't really know on my arm.
So ***** that I'll be the crazy one in the back of class,
Who shows up late and keeps quiet, and gets high and rides a bike at night.
Just feeling the cold winds against my live skin.
Letting my mind run free and light up the dark skies.
This is where I am free and this is my addiction.
I live in the grey areas and the parts of life that get overlooked.
I've spent so much time being angry at being overlooked and being walked past,
By those in the black and white parts of life but maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I'll spend my time looking around at the overlooked and I'll find my missing piece.
It's hard to find anything when you stare at your feet the whole trip.

Maybe I'm not who I always thought I was,
Not as cool, not as attractive, and so on and so forth.
Feels as though my eyes have been wiped clean and the world is in proper view,
But I'm nervous by these findings because I'm talking to myself but saying 'you'.

So frequently I miss the old me,
So often do I smirk and smile at who I once was.
Though it doesn't all sit right,
Because I'm up late thinking night after night.

I want to feel real again, I want to feel life.
I want to explode, I want to just let go.
I want to scream, I want the words to fly from my heart and crash into the ears of my peers.
It's a hopeful feeling of darkness that I posses.

Let the wind that rattles your bones,
Be the guide that leads you back home,
Every day you spend on the road,
Is another one you'll question the weight of the load.

The world spins for you,
Just know what your gut tells you is true,
When you feel alone,
Just remember that it's okay to want to roam.

Don't let the giants make you feel small,
Make them feel odd for being so tall,
When it gets dark don't reach for a light,
Make your own brightness to guide you through the night.

One day it will all make sense,
And that may just be my two cents,
But it's how I've gotten by,
Just think of he or she first and not me or my.

Don't push away love but don't jump in head first,
Because that's when the feelings get the worst,
Everyone will pose a degree of pain,
But don't let that guide what makes you sane.

You'll be a born thinker,
But don't let your mind be your sinker,
Because one day as I said it will all make sense,
Tomorrow will always be brighter and you can let down your defense.

I hope these words find you with hopeful eyes,
I hope that one day you'll shake the trees and not be afraid to be the one who cries,
I hope that you will one day move mountains,
And I hope that it will be youth that fuels your fountains.

One day this will touch you when your sad,
One day this will inspire you when your glad,
One day you'll think nothing makes sense,
But one day you'll remember my two cents.

One day baby I'm gonna have a band,
One day baby you're gonna smile at your song,
And know I'm your man,
I'll preach to the whole world your smile.

They'll crowd into bars to just imagine you for a while,
I'll paint a picture of your laugh,
And how we never did have enough cash,
But in the end it was always just alright.

Things for us haven't always been easy,
But baby one day the world will hear our story,
My guitar will sing your words,
And the heads will nod to our melody.

One day baby I'll have a band,
And even if it's just one man,
It's all that I'll need to get it just right,
Because when I'm far just hit play and sleep through the night.

One day baby I'm gonna have a band,
One day baby you're gonna smile at your song,
And know I'm your man,
I'll preach to the whole world your smile.

The artist is the one who is up all night,
The artist is the one who looks lost,
The artist is the one who fears no tyrant,
Because it just becomes the next piece.

The artist is the one who cries out with a pen,
The artist is the one who finds safety in a brush,
The artist is the one whose enemy is the blank spaces,
Because that's where there is uniformity and potential.

The artist is the one who retorts injustice,
The artist is the one who rips at the seams,
The artist is the one who screams at the world,
Because it seems no one will listen.

But never does that stop the artist,
For the artist is one of persistence,
A never ending fire that burns inside,
A passion that will never die.

Without the artist our world will crumble,
Without the artist our life will go gray,
Without the artist our days would be lonely,
Because that's when the blank spaces win.

It's the color that bursts from the mind,
It's the thought that paints the sky,
It's the music that gives us hope,
Because it's only with the artist we see reason to be alive.

I want to see New York,
It's a place I've always seen,
But only when I close my eyes,
A place where the pain of art comes alive.

The hustle and the bustle of a city street,
Without soulful gravel my shoes start to hurt my feet,
Boredom in the peace of my days,
It's time to uproot my comfort zone.

The timer is out of time on my traveling mind,
The whizz of taxis,
The comfort in being alone,
A place I never saw but an image I'll always know.

One day the chain will be off,
And so will I,
I refuse to lay down until the day that I die,
One day we'll dance New York.

Just you and I.