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Schizophrenia

**

Yo, I am the best this dude can do

You know, I am what's up

You better get to know me asap

I am what all chicks try to woo

 

I play soccer so well i don't pass

look at me, I'm world class

just follow me, I am the compass

Yeah, I was born to be bad-ass

 

Worries, I ain't got any

Always in good company

**

                                                                Salutations, I really do not know much

                                                          However, I wish the situation won't stay as such

                                                                 This existence drowns me in confusion

                                                                   A sentence to loneliness and delusion

 

                                                          I consigned happiness to oblivion premeditatively

                                                         After sadness and sorrow haunted me prematurely

                                                         I then had to ignore all emotions to survive decently  

                                                      If happiness does not exist neither does sadness logically        

 

                                                        Emptiness is lethal, death is certain if empty is the inside

                                                        Seeking knowledge can remorse the process, the last ride

                                                  Ride from stars to "who am i?" to "are they real?" with no guide

                                           Captivity to knowledge requires evasion, evasion with no heart is suicide                                                             

 

*

                                                                                                                                      hello, I am always hiding

                                                                                                                      because this body to me is binding

                                                                                                                      everyday, my hope in life is fading

                                                                                                                                    will I ever end up deciding

 

                                                                                                                                 I surely do not sound logical

                                                                                                                                           but I too have feelings

                                                                                                                         I wish I could do so many things

                                                                                                                    24 hours of being would be magical

  

                                                                                                                             beauty can hide in ugly places

                                                                                                                       and a diamond has so many faces

                                                                                                                     in this body I am leaving my traces

                                                                                                                I might be hiding but fear no menaces

*

 

 

Sharing a body is quite complex

Living every second in a multiplex

With a brain leaving you perplex

A primitive instinct and its reflex

A soul that has fortitude  to flex.

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jalalium
Moroccan
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Jan 8, 2013
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