• Who am i but a boy lost and confused.
    Forever in my taciturnity.
    I always question till my brain is bruised.
    Yet i am always searching for serenity.
    Everyday i live with these chains on my soul.
    Will i drink the nectar of freedom?
    Or will i fall into darkness just like coal?
    These thoughts are born from irrelevent boredom.
    People say i need to be optimistic.
    Be positive, hold up your head to the sky.
    However i am rather pessimistic.
    Who wouldn't be with the countless people who die.
    Perhaps i tend to over-analyze.
    Perhaps i hit the head on the nail.