That's me what I'm now, my life is certain.
You'll call me, and I'll say: 'Hello, I'll call later.’
You'll answer: 'OK. I got it. No problem.'
And I'll left with a guilt that you're a waiter.

The time will trip forth, to feelings athwart.
And you'll await for my call all the same.
My answer to you is my heavy load now,
My refusal words and short tones after them...

And you'll await for my call until last,
Until your last profound sigh.
If I could turn all things around,
I'll call you back after a while...
Forgive me...

What if the question
is older than the answer?
What if time forgets
why it moves,
and the stars
no longer know their names?
What if we speak,
but it is the silence between words
that holds the weight.
The road bends
not to mislead,
but to remind us:
truth is never linear.
A seed does not know
it is a tree.
The stone does not dream
of flight
yet both contain the sky.
I do not search
for meaning,
only the place
where meaning once slept.

Concrete shell, trauma had tremendously taken its toll.

Conciousness severely severed, stirring, wishing for serenity.

Contortionist women, weaving already woven wires of self doubt.

Constantly humiliating himself for harmful handfuls of unreciprocated love.

Conditioned by past partners propaganda that he'll never be a perfect person.

Concealing every tear torn, from his overused tear ducts.

Conceding to the fact that he'd rather be hurt repeatedly, than risk roaming remote roads alone, too afraid to stand in his own reflection.

Have you felt as I have,
one voice crying loud
in the crackling static?
Unheard as one
closer to the voice of none.
Let’s not forget
it’s not just I,
it’s us here, together,
and anyone else who
is willing to be bad
to do some good,
to say you do have a voice,
you will be heard,
beyond the lies
that tell us
not to scream our battle cries.
If you’re new,
or if you’re old,
a kid with a pen
barely four years old,
face it all with spirit and might—
you are not alone in your fight,
you are not alone in your fight!

Imagine you met God after your end
You bowed in reflex 'cause the prophets did
You crawled to His toe like a loyal dog
But, when you look up into His eyes
You can't see any praise
Only twisted face of shame.

I see the sky blue as sea,
Sprinkled with clouds, there they be.
I lay on this soft plain.

Feeling no such important thing
Other than ultimate peace
I see the sky blue as sea,

Many struggle with a wrinkle in their suit
When they should go with the heavenly flow
I lay on this soft plain.

Come lay on this soft plain
And contemplate where we belong
I see the sky blue as sea,

Watch the clouds keep flying by
As they keep watch over, us bundles of nerves
I lay on this soft plain.

Close your eyes and breathe deep, close your brain
Try to go to sleep, dream
and see the sky blue as sea,
lay on this soft plain with me