Who's to know right from wrong
If the wrong is all your eyes can see
Your mind is stuck on that one song
Hateful song that sadly gives you glee

Who's to know the correct faction
Empty passion filled with no voice
The sweet nothing mansion of options
The deceitful proof of choice

Who's to say if you will exceed
Jammed in a pocket full of confetti
In the end, even after you bleed
Blasting with colour but no identity

Who's to say you're special
Special only if you do the obvious
So start pacing in dimensional
Basking in uncertainty will make you glorious.

When the teeth and tongues
Not caring about the stained uniforms
Basked in pure orange candy joy
I believed for a second in something
They call happiness.

When the 40 something lady, after a call
With all her sweaty glory in the train
Smiled at the wallpaper of her daughter  
I believed for a second in something
They call inner peace.

When the sun goes down
And the problems in my mind unravel
I don't really find happiness or peace at all
But I know that I believe in something
They call, hope.

This small fraction
Of my bed that I give you now
with all my lovin'
Carve yourself into it

The way you stab your body
into my eyes and then all of me
with all my lovin'
Gnaw your way to it

I lust you not
but I love all of this
with all my lovin'
Now show yourself to me

Thankful this mind escape, I am
Thank you for making me untroubled
Even if only for a moment
You're all that I want there to be.

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

You don't question,
the ocean running into the shore
You don't wonder,
the way the sun burns in the sky

I don't question,
you not kissing me when you come back home anymore
I don't wonder,
why your eyes don't burn when I dress pretty

How did the ocean stop going back to the shore
How did I become just another object sitting in the house

We are breathing different air under the same **** roof
We are being different beings even after we vowed to be one

This is not comfort, no
This is a settlement without any negotiation having taken place.

My silence is not my weakness
My thoughts are not my prison
I am free, free and young
Liberated only because I can choose

I choose to be okay
I choose to be wary of love
I choose to get out of my own labyrinth
I choose all the wrong things

The mere idea of not having a safe zone
The single thought of no gravity beneath
No net to fall down into
Feels liberating but yet isn't

Isn't because I am okay
I am wary of love
I am all the wrong things
****** back up by my own labyrinth.

Will it stop, if I begin to end it
Will it reduce, if I carry all the weight in my words
Will anybody care, if I die and I didn't see the **** light
It's an epidemic, humanity is an epidemic.

All the animals are blindly running, they can't seem to stop
The nature is just present, carrying them
But the animals will traumatically **** each other, never stopping
And the nature will just be present, static.

Why is our faith so conflicted
Why does time go by without telling us
Warning us that, this is not your world
And this is not your time, sweet child.
Today is not your day, sweet child.

Go back to bed and never wake
Because the only dynamic thing in the world
Is what you dream about.