I am the Bird of Hermes,
I devoured my own wings,
And that is how I keep myself tamed.

Like a dark ghost you haunt me,
Wherever I go, your memories stalk me,

You think you knew me,
But the reality is far from the fantasy,

You have just seen the worst in me,
How would you look at me now?
A piller of strength,

One, with dangerous potential,
in the end, it's all sequential

Part of the tragedy is that life is unforgetful,
So strong that others fear my potential,

So dark and timid, yet so calm it offsets,
the storm that goes where I go,

To the point where I have to bite my wings,
And stop myself from soaring,
Cause this is not the story of Icarus,
But of the Fallen Bird that outgrew the master,

Yes, I am the Bird of Hermes,
And I devoured my own wings,
So that I remain tamed.

Do you not see your greatness-
          Your beauty, that radiates from your smile?
Do you not understand that others look at you
          and see far deeper than you can with a mirror?
I know you don't think much of yourself,
         and I know you don't believe others kindness,
But there are people who think the world of you;
          so the next time you feel the doubt, the uncertainty
          weighing you down,
Remember:
          my belief in you exceeds the stars.

Time goes on and I'm back again
I said I'd be back again
I Told You
I Told You
*****, I Told You
I'd be the man
And I'm the man

And you?
You're stagnant like a lake
Once a man now a BOY
And I'm the one that

360ed my life into paradise
While you 180ed back to poverty
Foolish pride
You died for yours
While I swallowed mine
And it's all worthwhile

Now I'm back
Drop top, windows down
Cruising pass the ends
Guess who's hugging the block?
YOU
I wave without a second glance
Cause that's the last you'll see of me
But you'll hear of me conquering the world like Cesar.

LanceSkiies

For now I am lost words written long ago
Or even small fallen thoughts,
As a current of certain change

I am shades of grey and greatness
With my misconceived dreams

I am simple sounds in another’s song,
As it goes on and on

For now, I am but a brief thing
That is to become of me