Try to find balance,
life is challenge.
Living all these crazy days
asking myself how do I manage.
Gone through some damage,
a little bit selfish.
Still try to share myself,
give the whole world a piece of my talent.

To much love,
out to give from my heart.  
It's a drug,
gets me high, till I'm up above.
When I'm down it keeps me up,
but I can't get enough.

Writing in spasms,
or maybe it's just madness.
Emotions that are so violent
suddenly flying high, might need a pilot.
This is for people,
going through issues
Racing so much in life, don't know the distance.
Don't matter how they treat you,
open as much, but they cannot read you.

Are we not equal,
are we not people?
Some are so different,
but there's no point resisting.
We all live this life,
hoping to be proceeding.
And it isn't a fact,
but part of our history.