Days like these's I wonder,
                    
                                                                ­                                     Am I truly ,OK?
                                    
                       ­ Even when pointless hours pass by endlessly like dissolving ice cubes on a summers day,
                    
                        An surprising excuse to cry came my way, Is that how I should be?
          
                             Without expressing how I want to feel but what I'm hiding from, the Emile of my movement like a maze,
                                            
                      Moving motionless and provoking my intuition that can not except my answer,
                                    
                    ­                             Yet my mind steps forward in my path But my disgusting shameless heart apposes that ability to gravitate to what I can't do,
                    
                        My strength is strong and powerful, In other words It can also be controlled but how it feels,
      
   Mine can do the impossible of my own questions , Yours can't do the same,
    
In battle I would do what I'm told and go into a blood bath fighting with all my power because I have nothing to lose nor to gain ,

You would fight but not much of a battle more like a response it's not stereotypical it's the truth,
                                                                ­                    
  The truth I know about you,

                                                            That­'s my out look on you,
For you I can only say so much,
  
                  I shall not let my self get cared away by such a being that does not even comprehend to my equal level,
             perspective state of mind.