Drinking syrup in disguise, iam tired.
I need real life.
Real love, real people and real world.
The art of being human is tough.

Failing and failing is fun and fascinating.
Changing my views drastically and
making myself think from a different
point of view.
Seeing the world and the people around
differently.
Opening up to certain questions.
Putting myself in touch with my
higher nature.

Trying new things, new tricks, that brought
me down from trees and took me to the
moon.
Creating my tools and then my tools
creates me.
Blaming myself of being bewitched by
the unknown person.
Memorising the ideas of the living legends
and those who passed away.
Showing myself that, i make the world.
Studying you all times in all place
is my genre.

Rebuking the idea of...