I can't adapt. I don't think I ever will.

The sadness, it's all I shall ever have.
It's slow and thorough, yet beautiful and without sorrow.
Fierce and commanding, yet freeing and independent.
The result of everything, the outcome to anything.
The source of realization, the way to reconsideration.
How I hope, you will never leave me.
And when it all befalls, you will be my crutch.

Just like you always were.
Even if hope springs forth out of misery.

There is no identity in I

You'll see the light, man.
You'll see the heads of a thousand men popping up from the dark.
You'll say believing in I, is the only thing you can do.
But you knew it from the start, and will forget it 'till the end.
The reflection never stands.

Light years away

Tumbling into infinity, invited to the demise of the ego.

Unconvincing lies for the sake of the material has urged to spawn resistance.
Inflicting all pain necessary to protect the self. In dangerous fields, known to flee and come to terms. Illusive entertainment, to keep apart in a secured and established environment.
One keeps the silence when awareness rises. Chooses to reflect
Accept the steps of this story, in history. To breathe it all again.

I wish I had the guts, to stab the sword through.
To openly accept the inevitable and emend the mistake of life as we know it.
For only I bring to pass, this reality out of energy.
And so all shall cease to exist from my prospect.

I verify the flux of time. In these hands lies the stair of a void.
Carefully hold it and create music, my friends.


Irrefutably superfluous to the universe. Life does not emphasize existence.
And thus, all my nay saying becomes rather pointless.
But aren't we all.

I no longer take the ride with pride.
In the face of pain, it has no gain.
To lose myself wouldn't be too bad.
All I've been is nothing but I pretended being there.
Relocating won't matter, but I'll savour this time.

They don't want to hear your message of love. They've made the choice to fear.
In their empire, they are so blind to protect. And all because of the skyglow.
No place for dreams of joy and prosperity in the mind. Nothing to build upon.

fayre

Words like sprites and electric flies.
Such an indecisive mind.

Sleep. Not sufficient. Cannot play the game.
But I am craving for long dreaded dreams
And now I place myself at your feet.
A slave in the kingdom of sheep.

The jewel

We believe in ourselves because we validate the external. We justify our reasons and celebrate our meanings.

At first there was light, the light was quickly corrupted by the dividing forces.
And so, the mountain came to be.

Not doubting the meaning, is what keeps the machine greased.
So question everything you perceive, and leave the moving pavement.
Confirm the facts.

The mind is as vast as the universe it deludes itself in, and equally empty.

Without the belief that this is reality, the light of truth would be blinding.

You and the sun.
That's all I need.
And if the light is not,
I'll be.

I want it to hurt so much, it sets me free.
I want it to sting so hard, it cleanses me.

humanity is dead.

Born with open mind, they quickly feed you with prison bars.
"Close that down, no access allowed to this part of the toppling building."

My mind growls.

The flame is out of control, it burns for others.
Others, not worth unlocking. Posses no soul.
No enlightenment, the weight crushes.
Too many black holes, they suck the life out of me.
What can I call home, when reality is pushing me out of its womb.

Cosmos, all this talk makes no one walk. Let us float and slowly forget the breath of time.

We could be one.

My mind is at war again. I can't make up whether I should care or not.
Could I make a difference, and should I even ponder about it.
Eventually, I do scare everyone. And whatever the purpose may be,
it seems I have no foundation to build upon. This generation is not yet ready,
to let go of their roots and fly into space.

It shouldn't be like this, we could be one.

Today

The working class lights up in the earliest moonlight.
Shovels bite the sand, they silently celebrate their ignorance.
The day that spawns again, delivers anything but liberty.
It brings us nowhere, leaves us behind.
No eyes for the pain and suffering.

In Tyler Durden, we trust.

A little piece of mind.

There is no such thing as a new year. There is no such thing as time.
Time, as "we" know it, is only an agreement.
It's bullshit that people go around saying happy new year,
that they wish you the best luck. Nothing is going to change,
and humanity will still keep stabbing itself and each other in the back.
While everyone is partying and having the time of their life,
the world does not grow less ugly. And all the true beauty to be found,
that which is pure and neutral, is restricted by the swamps of cultures.
If we keep dividing and locking out our true potential as one, we are going to fail as humans.

Have a fucking lousy "new year"!
And for all the smart asses, who think I take life way to serious, you should really look into the mirror, as you believe in something that isn't there. LIFE is not as simple as YOU make it.