Outspoken prattle the voice wired up – attach the question you wish you could ask. Buzzing chaos of words the anxious response – too late, let’s celebrate.
Freeze me, freeze and lock up in the place no light gonna get through, let indifferent being, be then punished for the lie once said to you.
Those wrapped up memories of childhood times when the days were moving in the childish style, company – a gang – of those wee screaming boys, none of us imagined where the future falls.
Years along the line the paths are disclosed for those of us are never to be crossed, again and again believed in this myth – friendship last forever, but the people change.
Sometimes wonder if it would be my fault, the decisions were made and the friendship got lost, due to my own – indeed truth it is – a journey I decided to chase.
Fired up in a mood that brings me cold shivers, spreading the aura that freezes the time. None of those things I lived to experience is a waste, at least not to me.
Outlived the pain and the depth of sorrow, enlightened with fire brought down the path. Outgrow off mainstream considered normal, so then abnormal I have become.
Ruthless, indifferent, ego of mountain size lash out to those standing on the way I once passed. No questions involved what’s behind the facade, the simple man loving, yet quite complex.
In the world where I and many of my kind have to be scorned and thrown into the jar, we’re a niche that nobody wants, as claimed before the lie gets its cost.
Do you want to be my friend? I will cut you off. A million trials, second chances goes on. So sick of it I do admit. Don’t you want me? Pardon, I will leave. The lesson is being learned although against the feeling, the jar remains locked until worthy comes.