Truth when questioned enough becomes a lie; Lie that’s believed turns into the truth. Questions are answered yet No answers are questioned; Freedom is not fundamental, Rights aren’t right when used. I’ve lost belief in faith, There’s no faith in what I believe.


The bird sang yesterday; Ah! How it reminded me of Art and Free will. The bird sang today In the jaws of the cat, it squealed.


If I slept yesterday, Wake me up today; If I don’t, put me to sleep tomorrow.


Eyes shut tight, I started counting sheep. One sheep, two sheep, fuck! I can’t sleep. Mosquitoes play symphonies, ceiling fan is slow and squeaks. I wish this unto no one, this fate of a sweating body and an itchy crotch. If there’s any species that never runs out of food, it’s mosquitoes. Those assholes feed…


I’m on a journey, I took a path, Everything is great And I know I’m going nowhere.


Isn’t it strange When you want to shout aloud In the crowd but you can’t And when you’re alone, you won’t? Isn’t it strange When we know what we want And what we want Isn’t what wants us? So say Fuck you and move on


Every cry a Melody Every sadness, a symphony Happiness, melancholy And smiles hide tragedies