The things I choose to write about
Are things I want to scream and shout
I write of things unique to me
Some things I hope you never see
Experienced in all the ways
I truly see in all the days
So if my thoughts provoke my peace
Then my existence shall never cease
But if my thoughts provoke the gun
My life will be nothing but done
Take to heart the words you see
For I am trying to be me
And talk to things to you unknown
But afterwards I will have shone
Like sun on a dark gray afternoon
I hope that ride will end quite soon