Stranger

Hand me scissors...i want to cut my wings and never wanna fly again...ever again...not like i ever knew

how

to

in

the

first

place.

Ha....funny, u say? The years have left me disillusioned...this winding road has got me far but left me nowhere...i don't know a way out of here...iam happy i am sad i am sorry...rini's mind's a machine, juliana's mind is lost...and the girls in brazil are so pretty..what the fuck am i doing here in india...why dont you look at me with your eyes? I can change i can change i can change...but who do you want me to be? I am still the same the same the same...and stranger things have happened...am I a hero or a pretender or both? I don't quite know...I have a feeling neither do and you never did...u just think you do...just like me...



I hate religion but I've become a preacher myself...preacher full of shit...preacher preaching things he himself doesnt know or can't understand...not because he doesnt want to, but because he can't.



Ever rolled a snow ball down a mountain? Ever spoken with your eyes? Ever dreamed with eyes open wide? Ever smoked a cigarette and watch the smoke fill the air? Ever sung alone? Ever cried while taking a shower? Ever peirced a heart with just words? Ever heard things you don't believe? I have, love, I have.



Look
at
me.







Iam the same.






An idiot
with a
pen.






A soldier
with
a flower.






A lover
with
a guitar.






A whisper
in the
dark.








And
still...






A
stranger
to
myself.