Birds dont always have to have wings.Cars dont always have to have wheels.

Everything we know,

everything we've ever known

and everything we are yet to know..

why is it this way?

why do things remain as this?

How did they become this?

Why cant we change it?

Or...Can we change it?

I want to change it.

I'm sick of the rules.

I'm sick of the fear,

i'm sick of the authority.

I'm sick of the control.

This world is free,and wild

No matter what country you sit in

everything should be bare,and natural

Life should be blind,and open

innocent and willing

fly,if you want to.

Sleep all day,and stand all night if you wish to.

Everything you've ever known

everything the world has been said to be

however you've comprehended it

i want to alter this

change it up

reverse it

scribble over it

erase it

correct it

I dont like to say into "my" way..

but into a way

so unlikely

virgin,and delicate

Something non corrupted

for the fact that people will consider corruption,pure

And whatever I feel will no longer be labeled

confusion will be clarity

and complexity will be simplicity

because we will never jump to conclusion

nor will the vile mist of assumption fog our way

and sometimes Sins wont be sins

People wouldnt be stereotyped

we'd look at the feeling,instead of merely at the person

we'd remember "human" and not perfection.

I would be able to fuck u on a local bus,

and none of us would get caught.

I always felt as if my mind was at least 10 years older than my body.

Someday,hopefully,it will catch up with me.

I battle two sides to everything

the way I am,

and the way they think i'm supposed to be.

A child,a woman

An adult,A baby.

Lust,and love

and thoughts of love,and aches of lust

Cycles that kids go through,and yet phases that ages beyond,endure

I go through puberty and menopause at the same time.

Why is everyone the same lately?

Why are lyrics in songs so typical that I can guess what they will next say?

Why do girls all dress the same?

Why do adults go about things the same way?

Why does every mind think alike?

Even their unique and distinct self qualities bare

such sharp similarity

Everything we know..

everything we've ever known..

and everything we are yet to know,

i'm going to change.