My fears are unnatural, the opposite is actual.
I can't help but relate, what i'm feeling is factual.
This world it seems so political and oh so practical.
So i'll remain spiritual, levitating and defying gravity, is this a miracle?

Could it be insanity from our citizens understanding of history?
All we know is vanity, there's no mystery to humanity,
so where lies victory amidst this calamity?


I'd be ****** if it's not in deity, as I write this poem or while listening to the 9th symphony.
Understanding subliminal messages in paintings as more than creativity.

Original activism has always been artistic fashion.
Infinite wisdom passed through the subconscious with a passion.


Bullets and blades can't **** ideas that would last forever.
I pray to see the day when we overcome these differences together,
with peace or whether or not it takes the apocalypse to stop the Devil.
Till my body is deceased and a spirit in heaven.

This I perceive in our near presence, judgment day is ours to face,
But never to deceive from those that choose or have chose to read all from which I have wrote.

Sometimes I need my space to navigate,
and your here patiently waiting,
To see what I find.

Even MY scars, they burst
Sending my pain, throughout the earth.
We have a lot to learn.
Do you think i'm worth it?

She feels it everyday.
It is all the same.
It will bring her down, she is the one to blame.

She will try everything to get away from it.
So here she goes again,
She is chasing you down again!
Why does she do this?

So many thought that she can not get out of her head.
She tried to live without him,
But when she did, she felt dead.
She knows what is best for her,
But she wants you instead!

Over and over, over and over.
She will fall for you.
Over and over, over and over.
She tries not to.

There are many rivers to cross, and I can't seem to find my way on.
I wander.
I am lost.
As I travel all alone.
Why am I alone?

Sometimes, i need to stop myself.
Stop myself from commiting, a dreadful crime.

Loneliness won't leave me alone!
What a trap!
See now i'm on my own.

Yes, they left me.
They didn't say why.
Now it's time to cry.

Many rivers
Many rivers
Many rivers
Many river long

Many river to cross
Many river to cross

I  always  thought  I  was  insane  for  everything  I  did.
I  realized  that I  am insane  because  I  didn't  go  insane  while  going  through  th­is  insanity.
I  have  two  lives  to  live.
There  are  two  different  worlds,  and I have  no  idea  who  I  am.
Nor  can  I  find  who  I  am.  I  am  lost  with  no  path  to ­ guide  me.
I   have  a   choice  to  make.
Should  I  stay  lost  for  what  seems  like  forever?
Or  should  I start   looking  for  it?
Should  I  start  looking  for  it  so  it  could  guide  me  do­wn  the  right  path?
Where  do  I  belong?
These  steps  that  I  leave  are like  marks   in  the  sand,  they  wash  away.
They   are  lost  forever,  such  as  I.
I  am  Insane!