I could talk to you for years but you wouldn't undestand me,
i dont plan my life but somehow always got a plan b,
nothing can change me,
maybe that's why i am full of understanding,
maybe that's why i am still standing,
i am not pretending,
i never blend in,
i remember my mother told me,
just drive...
and when nobody else is there,
just drive...
around me million problems,
just drive...
just drive...
now i realized why she told me ''just drive'',
you will always fail if you never try...

I must be crazy,
for the thoughts
rushing into
my head will **** me.
They can make me mad.
I'm afraid of me.
Is this the way of the poets?
I think we are all crazy.
Walking around with our clothes on
but really mad.
These thoughts are bizarre,
crazy in their pattern,
unfolding in my head
in such crazy ways,
makes me feel weird.
I think the problem of
my problem is the problem.
I really don't know where all
those thoughts are coming from.
I see them coming,
I can hear them,
whispering in my head
so loud as if my eardrums will burst.
I want to close my ears from
their pesky rumblings,
but I can't because they are coming from a different sphere
and can't be stopped.
I hear their footsteps matching
down my spine.
I feel their breath on my shoulders,
so close for comfort.
Can you hear them too?
I must be crazy.
I am.
I am!!
I am?
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when i see people i mostly see wrackages,
same **** different packages,
they never search for messages,
except on their smartphones.
Addicts...
I can't stand it.
So i put on a cloak like a wizard,
fly trough blizzards,
smile to lizards.
My familly are good folks fighters,rebels,
you can't buy them with papers,
you can't fool them with labels.

bring me back to those times
when people were truthful
when true love existed
when people don’t just come and go
the mask we are wearing now
getting thicker everyday
hiding the genuine within us
just so to fit in
we change ourselves to a complete different person
please turn back
look at what u have done to yourself
remove that mask of yours

what if everything you see is a trickery,
picture is flickering,
the world is full of misery.
Why do you celebrate hypocrites?
Why do you listening hypnotists?
Turn off the world and feel yourself,
deal with yourself,
reveal yourself.
yeah you can buy anything except love and clear consciousness,
because the monsters hide there,
not under the bed.