‘misfit,

‘misfit,

Slowly I’m losing my hope, but strongly I’m gaining strength for me to elope. I’m A misfit for prolonging my desire. They called me the man, the one-word liar. You were my number one prior. Let’s not be both denier, or; shall we act in denial? “looking for life through my own magnifier I shall shoot and regain my crown fire”.

‘wherefore,

‘wherefore,

Do you always ask yourself wherefore do I breathe? couldn’t we just wish upon death, for we have to quote Macbeth; “Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.”As glamorous life could be. Talking about the sun, ocean and the blue sky; We will always run away from our precious ally. Just one look in the eye is what it all needs to say good day and forever goodbye!

‘White lie,

‘White lie,

Waltzing through life as John Doe in search for myself while I seek for my train. Speaking in tongue and slowly as Mark Twain. “Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today” such loose in strain we act all vain. We have our own fib; will you have that walk with me to Spain?

‘flower,

‘flower,

We happen to be talking about the when’s, the where’s and the why’s. But in reality we never just appreciate the things around us, as we are the spirit of the skies. So, every now and then we just have a leap of faith and let time catch us. For we all consider our future treasonous. The all unknowing mighty power is ticking his last seconds of the hour. And as bright he could be using his manpower he will be deflowered. So let her grow……  that lovely flower.

‘ace,

just incase we have to fly into the aerospace take me to a place where I can embrace my hiding space. Walking with delightful grace we share our air and leave no trace. In motion we move, asking the question ; ” What are you trying to prove?”. Moving clockwise and reacting with a countermove. You talk and slither with tongue while we are still young we will walk among!

‘born,

Still young and ambitious, barely a “young adult” according to society. Looking forward to my future with my open eyes I feel the struggling of anxiety. Nevertheless, I always sink down in dubiety. Something to keep me on track for variety.
Barely a “young adult” I still search for my inner peace. And when I have that surely unknown piece I will release my enemy for the rising decease. Because I am whom I could be. The best part of me. Let me touch and let me see, because I want to be free.