The colours of life all seem bleached out now.
At the edge of euphoria, we deepen our curiousity.
Our need for fresh evidence and knowledge is the river from which the liqour of drive is fetched
And the sands of time are the canvas on which our deeds are etched.
Life births curiousity which in turn births passion, then purpose, drive and accomplishment chronologically
Adam must, however, remember not to forget to keep his feet grounded and not get swayed by the swift tides of this river of knowledge for it is a never ending one that flows into an ocean only swam by the dead and supernatural.
For the ones that matter the most at death are given at births.
It is then, when we've circumvented life and must leave it behind, when we boomerang to the dusty point where it all started, that we have a full palette of rainbow colours where our *** of golden knowledge is found
And not a single shade shall be missing from the crayon box.  
This is fulfillment.
This is Legacy

I wish that I was different
I wish I could be someone else
Even if it was only for a day
I'd want to see how they live
If they were happy with their life
Or not
I'd want to see who they loved
And if they knew me
Or not
I'd love to spend a day in the life of someone famous
And see just how they do it
How they live their life day after day
Would they be kind to the fans that send them messages?
Or would they be cruel and torturous to their assistants
Even thought they help them so much
I guess my wish is to live in someone's head
Maybe for a day or two
Just to see how they live

I watch the parts
Daily rearrange
I spend years with a person
And in hours, we estrange
My motions follow habit
Only to one day mindlessly change
I pour knowledge into my brain
Until I feel it derange
My morality fights my desires
And I can't prevent their interchange
Everyday I'm consumed with the thought
That life, indeed is strange.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen people looking like they were born in perfection, with no regrets about their reflections. And looks were never a lesson they had to learn.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen them smile with a perfect smile, with faces clear from lines. No scars, cause they look like stars.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I mean, looking so pretty and you do it so effortlessly and every second person throws a flirt, just to see if they could be with thee.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
When you put on pajamas and still look like a runway model, while other run away from run ways cause they aren't model enough for runways.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess it feels like perfection cause you're in love with your reflection and you get compliments every second.

I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess I'll never know.
Cause that's just how things go.
Looks aren't for us all.
Just for you, and your all.
You look beautiful.
I noticed that perfection fell for your reflection. I hope that was the right decision.
I hope your voice, personality  and heart are just as beautiful.

In the cold
I sit alone
With myself:
Cup in my hands;
Raised it up, to invite
The sun, the moon and
My fathers, for a drink,
A drink, through the milkyway
A pause
A silence
Questions
Bewildering
Freezing cold
Teary eye
Curiosity fades -  the silence.
Come drink with me, my fathers
Come drink with me, morning sun
I seek friendship with the past
I seek wisdom with the past
I seek travelling mercies
A cup in my hands
Cold questions in my heart
Future, frozen in silence
Come drink with me, through
The many lights of the constellation,
To a future, of liquid beauty
Come drink with me,
The warnth of the    
sages, through this lean path;
Dotted with thorn piercing puzzles.
Bruised feet
Wounded hearts
Pilgrims surrender
The crown has fallen
Servants rule
Come my fathers
Come morning sun
For a drink with your son
Before I succumb to the many voices, in my ears.

I heard the cat got killed
I can't help but think
All the mystery you bring
You 're just like poison I sing
I am close to the brink
Don't jump !
Don't jump !
"She ripped the rope! "
All smiles I am like a bottle of coke
No cautions No ropes no belts
Oh snap he jumped!!!
I guess this cat is gone
Into the adventure of your love he's drowned

Curiosity, The cat all in your poisonous bottle of LOVE

Is it any wonder why my feelings for you just keep stronger and stronger?
You have an interest in my passion,
you do not rush me,
you do not make me do anything I'm uncomfortable with.
Overall, you treat me as a human being and for that,
I will always admire you.