I am glad to say!
That this very day!
I wrote a verse!
And it came to play!

And this verse written!
The very one you read!
Is the same verse bitten!
In my brains! This weed!

It spreads like a plague!
It rains when I bleed!
It's lace is in vivid red!
And I am but a seed!

A seed of it's tower!
The capsule of life!
Not with all my power!
Can I let it strife!

Away from me.

The more I have to do
The more meaning in life
I gain
The more that plows my mind through
The more that sprains
My soul
The more that burdens my shoulders
The more that weighs
Me down
The more that makes me older
Faster
The more that leads me towards
Disaster
The more that makes my head heavy
My eyelids constantly fluttering downwards
My back throbbing in pain occasionally
It still makes me see clearly
And it makes me be
Dear me
It makes believe
It makes me me
And I feel like I
Still Belong
And I think I can tell
Right from wrong
And I think if I die
A year before
The life I would have
If I had more
I don't think
It will matter
Much
For the moments
Of life as
Such

Can't you see the coming day
I can see it come my way
And when it passes it'll ricochet
All the way back to me

Can't you see the next full moon
I suppose it will rise soon
But I can see it's reflection this noon
Already, up there, in the sun

Our new life it has just begun
A constant stay in a distant run
Another voyage through fields of gray
A traverse travel through night and day

And when we die we do decay
But what happens with our souls?
Do they rise and fly away
Or does the casket, swallow them whole

As well
Indifference
Heaven and hell
We travel

Sometimes
Existence fails me
And passes by
As a ripple in the sky

I threw away all my
Hate
Threw away all that's been
Deceiving me today

I threw away all my
Rage
Threw away all that's been
Killing my great mood lately

I became a philosoph
See
I have time to contemplate
And to, be

One with nature
A singe existence
And to age without time
Only deteriorating experience

Tell me what makes us humans like us
Tell us why none of the others like us
Tell us why we always expect to be existent
Exceptional from all others beasts in this existence

Tell me what makes us humans just
Tell us why we all feel as if we must
Do what is right and shield deeds from wrong
Tell us why we still don't always feel like we belong

Tell me why we can't live in peace and harmony
We wage constant wars between us and still do not seize to be
Nature is a balance, the seeds, the fruit, the sky, the trees
We stand outside this balance simply hogging all we need

We are like a virus, like a a plague, like an ever-spreading weed
We have no honor, no moral, we were made to be deceived
Still we believe in meaning and in absolute facts
Though nobody knows nothing, to be exact