The man behind the man who never sees anything under without reacting
The idol of a man's world
When I taught I had control over the issues you always put me down
In your high horse you always want to prove your supremacy
Oh my foolish idol
On your knees you will always be after few moments of the game you wanted
Ranting and vibrating is what you do before the game, but always loose before the game starts
You always make your temple uncomfortable when you are angry
That your temple go at lent just to please you
Yet you are never pleased or satisfied
Oh my sensitive idol
So sensitive that the touch of a woman brings out your wrath
You always want to win the game without playing the game
I call you an idol because your temple will remain restless until you are pleased

When I was born
I struggle to sit down
I struggle to stand up
I struggle to walk
And after all I started growing
Then I wanted to play
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have my own family
I wanted to owned a house
I wanted to owned a car
I wanted to be wealthy
Then I started struggling
Walking hard to achieve my goal
Doing the unthinkable  just to
Get the sweetness of life
Then I said to myself
Why the struggle
If I will leave this world
The same way I came, without nothing
All the achievement will I leave behind
Then why the struggling
When the body I am struggling for, will become food for worms someday
So I decided to wait
For my right time to come
Because I know that
Everything on this earth is vanity
Even my own body

if I was I
loving the way I wanted to
doing the things I wanted to
but I was been prevented
by things around me
things and people that comes around me
my emotional body was hurt
preventing me from been I
living with caution and precaution
not wanted what happen to repeat itself
forcing out the change in me
when I know that's not me

Pink hyacinth girl
Throwing flowers in the air
A garden dreamer