I learn to dance with the wind.
I learn to scream out loud.
I learn to write down my illusions;
And I learn listen with my heart.

But why is it so hard
To be the one who lives the life
In chaos?
And why is it so hard to live the life
In utter solitude?

I am in confusion on what to live.
But then again i realize,i live them both
Which makes it even harder.
I am not prepared.

I am not prepared
For the world's rising waves.
The waves, that will sooner crash
Unto my sleepless soul.

I'll wake up soaked with my own dreams,
Or should I say,nightmares masked by my daydreams.
I walk the shore of obscurity,
And I fly the depths of my world.

I'll drown myself in a cheap bottle of wine,
And I'll fall asleep on the sight of glimmering reflection of water.
I'll loose myself in the sound of music
And leave trails of obvious insanity.

This insanity  is my remedy.
Aside from the cruel world I live.
I dive into to water without second thoughts
I am chaotically peaceful.