Staying Alive

Listen to a story of someone  I know
who sits alone in crowds and pen words- here I go.
He defied nature, he cheated the order of things
He's not suppose to be here,living a paradise nightmare.
He stays in his house cause its quiet and free
dont like no crowds, cause he dont belong to any.
Hes not a bad guy he just feels misunderstood
The world is his, after he pays the morgage.
his inheritance is suspense an eternal sentence
He really belongs inside a mad house- he escaped!
now they cant catch him its no debate.
Daily he runs a hundred miles trying to escape
Im trying to find words to describe how he feels inside
Im the only friend in whom he can really confide.


He really dont belong to society- so he hides.
He asks, why does he do the things he does
why is he the way he is
why was he born where he was born
why does he live where he lives
who destined his life to be this way
who made him pain to laugh creativity.
Like why does he have no friends around
why bury himself inside a ground
why solitary and all alone
why does his heart form into stone
Socializing - he really tries
nothings real- but only lies.
Still he asks why. Like
why be strong, he doesnt give up
why still a child outside a mental cup
why these tears he tries hard to hide
for he cant trust a soul with these thoughts inside

But he remain dedicated to his poetry, artistry
it helps him, relieves him from tension through imagination
like Why be positive when nothing seems to fit
still he trys hard very hard to make it.
This blessed curse of a life was decided by the Gods
that sent him down to earth in lightening rods
I want you to understand exactly how he feels
dont go, dont go depression is leaving him-
he needs depression to make words flow readily
no fantasy depression does cause creativity
I guess its his destiny maybe. by now you can see
the person of my wonderful story is ME.


For creativity is not a switch you turn on and off
as inspiration is a gift purchased by tears.
Depression is like a hunger you cant satisfy
you need some food to make that feeling bye bye
It always returns to stab you in the back
Im only telling the truth and laying down the fact.
Im inspired to laugh, cry, sing and dance
as if by a chance I could heal some forgotten madness
to break a programmed mind, growing up is like waking up
from a bad dream
Honesty is never easy..

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