I'd like to think I am something specail. That i have some hidden talent, too shy and unpolished to crack the surface.
I'd like to think I just ignore my skills. Almost like my subconscious mind knows that the world could not handle such a powerful force as I at my peek. I think I tell myself these things...
So that I feel okay with knowing that I do not know.
For trying could mean failure. For failure, well, that will mean the serects I am feeling, the hidden talents I tell only to myself....could be just that...only to myself. I could be nothing.
I could be ******.
A *******.
With no talent or skill or common sense.
But...in this why...I am a ******* with a quite hope.
And that's enough for now.

Even if there's nothing left,
I'm gonna be okay, right?

Drunken clouds stumble
Across the sky ******* on
Hope of sun in spring

Though I know I’m just
Pleading with my palms -
I say a prayer anyway

I held two flags
Both  red white and blue
You said I could only choose one

Like rice and beans
On U.S soil - mis idiomas
Se mezclan

I scaled the wall of
Your maze - to hell with your cheese
I will churn my own

I don't know if it's
you or the Heineken but
My heart's on fire