I am what I am,
What I must be,
Not wt u want me 2 be,
But that which I am...
I live lost in the wonders of the free mind, powered by the sounds of expressive music. Crazy as it may sound life’s just an illusion, like a room full of crooked mirrors, moving and changing with every move u make, every decision u take, life is serious. In the most careless of ways. I drift through the nonsense of the world overflowed with thought and expression, exploding every instant to a proportion never imagined before. Wars are waged, battles are won, lives are lost and the dead celebrate their escapism from the physical forms inconsiderate of the aftermath of their doing and undoing. To catastrophic words and thoughts spoken the world breaks apart swallowing me whole, and its hunger remains...
What I must be,
Not wt u want me 2 be,
But that which I am...
I live lost in the wonders of the free mind, powered by the sounds of expressive music. Crazy as it may sound life’s just an illusion, like a room full of crooked mirrors, moving and changing with every move u make, every decision u take, life is serious. In the most careless of ways. I drift through the nonsense of the world overflowed with thought and expression, exploding every instant to a proportion never imagined before. Wars are waged, battles are won, lives are lost and the dead celebrate their escapism from the physical forms inconsiderate of the aftermath of their doing and undoing. To catastrophic words and thoughts spoken the world breaks apart swallowing me whole, and its hunger remains...
