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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,

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

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

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,

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane