He said he's falling to pieces
Fighting the boy and the man
Over his shoulder there was freedom
But consciousness has tied his hands
Embodied youth was his distinction
Now inhibition's in demand
So driven by his fear of weakness
That's his key to understand

Trading places in the circle
Turn the glass, spill the sand
They say that time can make the difference
But age doesn't make you a man
Take a look now, see the boy is weakened
Watch him fade, watch him fade away
Take a bow and the boy is defeated
Is this the way, this the way?
So young but overblown

So far in a distant land
There's a fight between boy and man
See the light through the open door
Sit and watch as the young grow old

define maturity. who's to say what's what?
just remember the 3 faces.
the one you think you are, the one others think you are
and the one you really are.
i'm no one to judge, that's why i take everyone for whom they are
but then again i get sick of being judged. being watched constantly
it would be nice to be understood and to be accepted
then again acceptance is a choice i make.

a phase when even heavy metal seems so soothing to the ear

feels like i pulled a bullet from my heart out. bare hands
its a good feeling. i've finally made peace with my past
silly girl fast to say.
judge the iceberg by its tip and you'll get owned.
a smile i give for others to live on
but my heart stays rooted to the ground.focused
i know what i want.
damn right you are my fren, i'll do anything to get it.
call it renegade dharma
it's the new way to live life. and here's a tip i learnt
they like it hard to get.
anyone wana dream out loud with me?

singapore simran

you and i are not so different

we all have a calling, a certain reason we were born for.

if everyone were to be the same there would be no balance.

which is what nature is all about. the perfect balance.

i aspire to lead and dream.

for you the simple life.

it's not how you live it, it's why you live it.

that's they key.