Twisted fibers, burning flame
Random chaos, shooting pains
Wild thoughts, running trains
Flying solo, empty plane
YOu are lost but I am not plain
Very different , gold among grain
I am a thinker, using my brain
Away from the followers, they drain
I soak out of bad like a strain
I stand up and stand strong like a crane
So high on the strongest strain
Rising up like a fire flame
Making plays in my life game
So now you will never forget the name
Makstastic