I form new worlds with the wandering words that waltz out of my mouth waiting to be heard; how obsurd. I create a storm unborn to a norm. Torn from the thorns that swarmed me with sores, running toward the corner that will open the doors. I twirl around this twisted town tearing down the balconies towering over the kings with the crowns. They will all drown. I travel out of the crowd because i am bound to the sweeter sound that I have found with no one around. Molding mountains with a meticulous touch, making a masterpiece of myself manifesting my adrenaline rush. Let me feel it pump. Through my veins, something like insane rage when I was siamese to the chains, until the day I stared back at the eye of change and took the stage. I learned to rearrange the lanes accustomed to living within range, levitating on the waves that start to surface on a new age.