we revolve around two basic things
what we are and who we want to be
but ever so often we forget who we are
or for some matter who we want to be
and finally we are all what we're told
the difficulty to maintain my composure
its like i'm behind time but time is behind me

would you?
definitely, maybe
how the past is a bully
how shadows steal the light
as the silence is getting louder
the words fall out of my mouth
as everyone knows a different me
how different episodes are told
to different people
in different ways
the irony,
everything eventually sounds the same
makes me wonder who reads the words beneath my words

how complex my life has become compared to how simple it was


oh bollocks...wtf..