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I have hours of time,  i have days to count foward to,

i have months i remember walking alone.

I feel like i'm destined to be great at something.

At times i find myself wondering should i throw away the things i believe in just to be one of those people that have no concerns or worries

I keep thinking i'm a drifter born to walk alone on my own

feeling no one has walked the same path i keep making

searching for answers never finding what i'm looking for.

O how i dream of that sweet chariot coming to carry me home

i laugh i giggle i pretend i act like everything is fine when the heart of my soul cries

sence i was born with a death unknown to my knowledge i hide my emotions and carry on

why was i born and held up so high on so much breakable emotions

if people could see through my eyes see my heart see the things i see every day

i feel like i'm alone left with imaginary theories and false religions

no cause no reason find my heart as black and beautiful as the blackest galaxy

the changes of our times and realistic voice of false gods more lies and more shame

crossing the boundries of imaginary thoughts and the accusation of the theories coming to life as the imagination taking life i bow and stare in wonder

without a mask where will we hide i'm lost in theories and accusations pointed to me

am i fool of the one GOD or a fool of the other man made religion that every day a new god is born.