Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset

I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act

I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,

Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re

I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming

Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts