you know what its like to cry.
things are so different now.
i'm trying to throw it all away.
some things just aren't worth my time.
but i'll always be your tree, your rock, your pillar.
lean on me when the road is tough, stay in my shadow when the day's blistering heat is merciless, i'll always be here for your inspiration.

sometimes i feel that i am so manic
desperation is so driving that its pushing me to psychosis
crucify my love, if my love is blind
megalomanic dominance dancing in the dark
too full of myself
somethings just isnt true
but i'm too scared to see it
too scared to admit somethings just arent going to come true
hardwork is a given, results are not
insane, just bloody insane

Its like an incredibly long run.
When is my last lap?
Hardly see it, there should be none.
Everytime you say there are cracks,
All i see is more torture,
More work to be done.
Swimming against the tide.
I wish to hope and hope to wish.
Forgetfulness is weakness and admission of defeat.
I refuse to believe i am of lesser pedigree.
So much i have done, as proof of my reliability, my strength, my sensitivity, my intelligence.
I know results are not immediate,
But whence comes the final lap?

Third party politics is a highly debatable issue.
whether the arguments put forth has sufficient merits for analysis is subjective.
hints and allusions betrays truth and yet their necessity is crux.
yet to say betray is too overbearing.
one shd c it as mere means to greater ends.
appeal for faith, for time and for chance.
there is hope yet.