Why am i so fucking fake All the time Every single conversation Possible answer Because there is no me

Pushed to the edge Broken and tired You let go Alone and inspired Madness twirling through Lightyears of love and truth Souls raping souls You wake up Something is different You feel light And free You made it You survived Deathless and wise The last thorn…

I talk too much But dont say enough Dont say anything Wear my masks So nobody can see The man i really wanna be What the fuck am i even saying now Clearly this poet thing Is not working out I’m sitting at the train station…

When you burn bright enough You will blind anyone Who gets too close Being enlightened is a lonely path But it’s the only way to conquer The darkness within And the chaos without

Its ok To be this way To not know What is going on Or what any of this means To be all these people Feeling invisible Its ok There is no you There is only creative flow Expressing itself Through you The great wizard of darkness…

Hostels are Shit magnets For the lost and lonely I talk too much But dont say enough I keep on forgetting To be the person i want to be I could be Sympathise through trivialities Afraid of Being cast out Or not being liked So i…

All cities are the same Shops and bars Tourists and trains You walk around Looking for something You walk through museums Sit through concerts Talk to the locals Stay in hostels Go to mcdonalds You never find anything Just another place People working jobs they hate…

And just like that He snapped out of his misery Knew his path Found the way again It began with a connection An act of service He felt inspired again And although he was burning through his savings quickly He had this wild fire burning through…

ALL OF IT sacrifice the part of you that hates this because you are going somewhere and once you get there you will miss this all of it UNSTOPPABLE you see what you project what you resist, persists every problem has a solution positive thinking is…

demons running wild in my head where the “real me” begins and ends i don’t always know it is not so simple. I’m working very hard to outwit these fuckers Sometimes i have convinced myself that it’s working and then i wake up again and it’s…

you brought me back to the land of the living you filled my tank so i could drive off the edge into the heavens