The voices inside my head are debating
the history of my life
I look on from the outside
but no peace of mind
falls on my part
Happy new year
Filled whit anxiety and fear
Framed in what could have been here
But is not
The shelling of the suburbs are heavy but
We all need to forget what our mind thought us
in the war that never was here but always there and theirs
I have hope of a better future
I have hope of a better past
Than before and that is it
I declare this state of war now
I urge you to raise your voices
to the dirty gray sky
protesting the gray day
the hard winter
the warm winter
and all other
calamities of the 21th century
Is this true or just some theory?
This is just a question, should I hide and change uniform
Or go out into the cold winter night?
No matrix nothing I break and run
Adrian is speaking
I am listening and that is it.
I am what you are and do not take it to far please!
I am desperado,
Writing beyond comprehension
I have no peace of mind
I have no time
I have no frames at the moment either!