Each stroke a thought confined
Hidden visions of the mind...

Don't I know it
I never said I was a poet...

Oh how easy it is to deceive ones self
With so much confusion from too many emotions...

Freedom given
by the way of these chains...

Offer your excitable tears
and sing your empty words...

Brick by Brick I chip away the mortar
My only fear is what you will find there...

If you were to love me.
I would be strong I'd be weak...

Like a pebble in the sea
I search for my dream...

Although these words you may not understand
To me their clear as day...