Im not the same person I was yesterday.  I just keep on changing day after day. Some days I'll be happy just to see the sun rise, on bad days those beauties never come to my mind. Im living in madness my mind as a cage. I'm learning to bend it, I'm changing the pages. But one day I'll run out and they'll be digging up my grave.

The time keeps on ticking, the cage grows much smaller. The walls are pressing in on my medualla oblengata.  I try to escape it, I thought that I made it. I realize Im stuck here, I can't push much further. Once I see through it there is nothing to it. Its all an illusion, a self built institution. Its your life so own it, repair it and mold it. See through all the madness, cut out all the bad fruits..