I have ideas to express I mustn't abandon them I have dreams to uphold I mustn't fail them I have miles to walk in my journey I mustn't diminish them I have the arts to explore I mustn't ignore them I have words to say I mustn't trap them My future is approaching I mustn't dispute it
There is a bird in the poplars! It is the sun! The leaves are little yellow fish swimming in the river. The bird skims above them, day is on his wings. Phoebus! It is he that is making the great gleam among the poplars! It is his singing outshines the noise of leaves clashing in the wind.
These feelings & emotions Feel as if they are Infused inside, A depressed state of mind Discovering myself is the hardest rhyme, I drown in every hide tide Never able to win Restraining the pain within My blood drys thin Noise mutters from the hells next door Waves crashing at the shore Of my brittle skin Crying on the edges of hell A heart that can't mend Handling what I can't hold in I swallow down my sins