Expression is everything,
I don’t wanna keep things bottled.
That’s what makes me hollow…
My ego, wants people to follow!
But I rather sleep in sorrow.
Wake up, and express.
Dress my words in pain.
Passion and demon slaying.
Until my past is slain.
I want fame.
I want respect.
I’ll be human and be honest about that.
I desire love and achievement.
And little things that give my life reason.
Like knowledge and wisdom.
And music for me to listen.
Going astray, in my creative vision.
I have to pray, as I glow and glisten.
In my paradise of freedom, creative core.
I crave and crave more, as I write and type more.