Self-Expression

The future has arrived…
In the thunder I can hear my destiny.
My reality is erasing.
And the wind is my long lost friend.
Fly by my side of the world again.
Reminding me in whispers who I am and why I stay.
On my face, through my skin.
Some things I have felt for years.
The future has arrived.
Millions of years ago.
It’s just a common expressing a common.
Where is my starlight relationship?
There’s a new look behind my face.
Changes a little with experience.
Like eyes that travel side by side.
A feather in the wind that stays in place.
Get out of my way with your self-expression.
The self is a singular cell of invention.
Too much of one thing leaves no room for the other.
We don’t care what you have to say, don’t even bother.
I can’t agree with the loss.
If you don’t like your place, just remember the cause.
You’re in or you’re out, your weak or you’re loud.
You beg or you’re asked to leave the crowd.
Get out of my way.
This is myself.
You’re too much man.
I want the other.
We don’t care what you’re saying again but you keep talking… and talking… and talking… and talking.
The future is here…again.
Millions of years…millions of years…millions of…
Nobody knows what they want to know about me.
Not even I can say how to stay.
Fall off the ends into the evolution.
Where is the sight for my sore eyes?
Get out of my way with your self-expression.
The self is a singular cell of invention.
Too much of one thing leaves no room for the other.
We don’t care what you have to say but you keep talking… and talking… and talking.
But I can’t agree with the loss.
If you don’t like your place, just remember the cause.
You’re in or you’re out, your weak or you’re proud.
You beg or you’re asked to leave the crowd.
Get out of my way.
Can’t you see man this is myself?
You’re too much man.
I want the other.
We don’t care what you have to say, so don’t even bother.
I love…nothing…but you.