HeartbeatsI lie so close, your heart beats in my ear,it feels like you are me as your lifeline I can hear,It doesn't tell me of the current that charges around to each bodily crevice,This is only evident in your fingers and the warmth with which they caress,It doesn't tell me if you are nervous or if it's all fake,For this is proved already as the notes in your voice shake,It doesn't tell me of how much you love me,In your shining eyes this is plain to seeThis is not an emotional tool for which I can pick at informationBut the timed drum beat of your heart brings me condemnationFor believing in immortality, with your heart beat in my earI know to treasure what I have because the end is near
What is Freedom?To be a free child.Growing up in a world that'snot as wild or full of fearsas yesteryearsWhen the land is our back gardenthe only things to harden our bonesis the windYou cannot sinbecause you are born free.except to be what you can be.Because where there is no wrong,You've to be strongbecause you want tofight hardbecause that's what you dobe incrediblebecause thats youbut its everyone else tooand to be anything less is a sin. You've got far to go.and you can't win.
Where is Creativity?Where is creativity? I found some in a friend'slend of a cigerettethe brunette had filled it with a bit more than nicotinelike a vaccine it filled my muscles with a new lifea new strife, I took up my destinyNow it's left my rhythm offbeat, and I havesore feet from dancing to the bone, now I groan,how I can't move no more, the world'sa whore for fogetting meand I'm the one that's freeBut reallyI just inhaled thatone way ticket to bederailedand with it's soft pawsand sharp clawsit filled meso I'd fight for itbut when I needed it most, my life on the brinkthe good times were gone in a blink.