Outside View
Its crazy the way people sore.
We see them act strange and stare them for.
However they never look at all bore.
We the rest, just look and memory store.
To use it later when laugh is poor.
Was their purpose to bring some joy to our door?
Or maybe envy, because we aren’t that stranger.
But you are that stranger, look around
The world has laugh at you to the ground
Don’t flame the poor stranger for he has found
The reason why the pain and him are bound
Wash your face and clear off that brown
You can probably get your dignity from lost and found
Can you hear it, is dark and what is that sound?
Inside View
Fuck I’m stuck in this black smoke, I curse.
I’m looking at nothing further from my nose.
Is it there? I now don’t even see my cloths.
But I dream still in these shadows, even if it’s with a dose.
The drugs are always needed to get some doze.
I look around and something evil is near, it’s close.
It’s my spirit looking for a way out to new lands.
It wants to be reborn because it wants to sing, play and dance.
Like never before, that’s why its goodness needs a mass.
Before it was always there but now it just never eats it fast.
It used to put its hand up now it’s not even in class.
It just gets out from everything using a hall pass.
It wants to get out from shadows to a new future and forget the past.
But it won’t support the pressure it will break like glass.
