Dreams somehow faded
life somehow jaded
our reality intertwined illusion
piles upon piles of confusion.

Don't know if I want to go
don't know if I want to let go
this dream is everything to me
without only darkness I would see.

You know this story
hold love and glory
my fantasy the marker
light when things get darker

I know it will never be the same
only death of dreams remain.
If you try to mold me.

Trick or treat
be good or be bad
we'll save a seat
in heaven or hell
a difference you cannot tell.

In this humanity of grey shade
our reality is what we made
we insist of painting it black and white
peer pressure we are unable to fight

Be the victim or be the culprit
be the dreamer or the one to interpret
falsify to ratify the grey
if not you will surely pay
with loss of good reputation
in due consummation
of the power play
called socializing.


Now is that really civilizing?

The great riddle of life at play
how you can stand to live each day
in somebody elses shoes?
Because if not you stand to loose
to live the life you choose
but still you loose yourself
because to be somebody else
is how you stay in the fold
keep it up until you're old
so then you get to die
regretfully knowing you lived a lie.

It's not for me.

Shower me in colors sparkling
give me the joy of startling
behaviour that cannot be tamed
and pleasure that can't be restrained.
Laughs that are to wild
kindness that are to mild
some will call me meek
others will call me geek.

Let them!

I will be a nature force 
unstoppable of course
otherwise whats the point
for me to annoint
myself the queen of me
the radiating soul you see.