"I am a writer, since I am writer I  am also the pencil, but every now & then a pencil ends up dull or even broken."

Everybody's lacking confidence
Everybody's just a slave to the banking's dominance
Everybody's backing arguments
Everybody's in a maze of ever-ranking documents
Everybody's wanting paradise
Everybody's facing hate and then responding scared of life
Everybody's falling, paralyzed
Everybody's hesitating when they see a haunting pair of eyes
They're always drinking on the victim's blood
Their rain's got me thinking that existence rusts
We should be shouting that "the system's ******!"
Now, stop the doubting, let resistance flood...
Everybody's seeming blinded
Everybody's blighted, everybody's teaching me a virus
Everybody's seeking eyelids
'cause when it comes to really being
They ain't seeing through their iris
Everybody's mind is stuck in the end
Everybody's lied, and then were judging a friend
Everybody's cried and then said "**** it, I'm dead"
Everybody's died, I bet they're loving the dread
Everybody's heard the story
Everybody's missing when they're on the search of Dory
Everybody's sure they're sorry
Everybody's wishing they could find the worth of glory
Everybody's been through hardship
We peer through the glass of a see-through market
Lately I'm thinking that I've been too modest
'cause they want me in a cage, so I speak zoo knowledge
Ha - who's calling me? 2Pac and B.I.G, 'cause we're dying to live
Who's calling me? 2Pac and B.I.G., 'cause we're dying to live
I'm just trying to give back, that line is a zig zag
I want some food for thought but all I find is a big mac
Deep in your head's where they mine with a pickaxe
Claiming we have freedom but they silence the chit chat
I'm simply thinking we should bridge the cut
Instead of always sinkin 'cause the distance was
Shorter than we thought to keep persistence up
So join me when I say that the systems ******

Everybody knew,
that everybody cared but nobody dared to show it.
Everybody knew,
what everybody knows but nobody knew what it was.
Everybody felt that pain,
everybody can share that pain but nobody cared to do it.
We are alone now.

This time last year,
I thought I was the ****.
Turns out I was not the ****.
This year, I am the ****.

I'm sad.
And I miss everybody.
But you most of all.
And I'm proud of you.
And I'm proud of myself.
And I think about you.
And that makes me happy.

Anomynous.

No, not like that.
I mean, literally.
I'm about to leave,
and I could use the company.

To me your smile is a sign
a sign that makes me flutter
makes my knees soft as butter
sets my lips prime to stutter
no sentence can I utter
except perhaps a mutter
words revolved in clutter
something along the lines of
mine