I guess my future is oxymoron Happy, lively, and slowly going on, Not too fast, not slow A bitter sweet symphony of, "Move on and go".
Just a little soft on the insides And ******* outside That's I want to be You don't come and I'll be gone I won't wait, Yes, I'll be the exact oxymoron.
I'll be strong enough to fight Not like now when that I am quiet I'll open the mouth out wide Someday you'll see the difference You'll compare It'll be the oxymoron of my present versus future My shoulders will bear.
All the North-South feelings Will go away The whole confused person you see today Will disappear into a void And appear as hard-core asteroid Burning fire more than ice Melting water to suffice The rage of my now would soon be gone Making my present-future and oxymoron.
Yes, not the exact meaning of oxymoron, but, hey, I tried.