Well, in the weight of it,
All these thoughts that bury a spark
Creativity suffocates in the absence of light
Where these clawing arms reach from the floorboards
To pull me under tenebrous silhouettes -
Ripping my skin to the **** of my soul
Poking their rods to extinguish my all,
I am famished from the hunger for a muse in the music
I am thirsty for a tide of color -
Oppressed by the terrorist of harmony,
A prisoner of war in my melancholy.

I wander across a silent land
As a miserably lonely man
Following the call of
An early morning bird

With nothing in my head,
And nothing in my hands

The bird, in all its morning cheer
Chirps and trills for all to hear
It sings even though there is no crowd,
Its song is as magnificent as it is loud

It holds its head up, proud and high,
It looks up daringly at the sky,
Like the clouds are challenging it
To fly

It leaves the branch it rested on
Wings spreading as it took off
And I still remain a lonely wight,
But maybe I, too, can take flight.

Clouds blanket the sky.
The wind toussles beneath them
and splashes my face.

Daddy dibble-dabbled in his fatherly duties
knew he cared and that we mattered to him
but who'd’ve thought I'd be the wizard with the words
based on his influence //  lay the magic in the music
cause I handle the flow, no question
focused on growth, til I’m known for wise investments
To age with grace, I’m manifesting it all
Til it evolves, yeah, it’s so incredible
To be engulfed in the process of conscious involvement
Know it takes ***** cause it could take a whole lifetime to profit
Even when results are losses, mark your target
The stars shine brightest in the darkest, farthest hours of the night
til it's time to harvest, plant your seeds, you’ll shine regardless
Trust your garden; seen the tallest trees withstand the breeze
‘cause their roots run deep into abysses
That’s an analogy, you better find your niche
Every step you take is a trail you’ll leave
But when you find that edge, you’ll find it’s peace
and when the journey ends, you’ll stay wondering if you were rushing in
Did you have separate plans? All the time you had turned into memories
And it's just you in the corner singing, regrettably, "Me olvidé de vivir."