...I feel like life is a cup not filled or it is, but there's a crack in that cup that makes it spilled or not spilled but empty I am right now just empty and all the advice seems empty
Life begins
Life ends
Days change
Days go
Nights flicker
Nights descend
Light is my might I must comprehend
Lies are filled with sorrow and disillusioned tomorrow...

I need'a speak
but I'm weak
but it doesn't look so
how then do I grow
if one can't, or does lack the will to sough
how will I reap
sift from the pan of dreams
Shiney diving into my mind, please
someone take a look at thoughts clouding
like it is from a fantasy in a book
like an app on a nook
when your mind just starts the day shook
how to bring up those who are weary, for the weakest are the strongest they took...

speak it now, hear the...
how to motivate the weary?
Say it now hear the...
How to bring everyone out, hear me.
How to get us out of dem **** chains.
How to get us out of dem dam stains.
How to scream aloud the mightiest of shouts saying you cannot have this now.


Wait.. Wait...


For I am me, It is I, I Need to Find the Fate.