A hidden maze lies now before me
Its entrance begins this great story...

The becoming path lays bare and slightly sad
A lot it does say of what was there to be had...

He claims he's found his soul mate
Not the first time he misread fate...

The pen is a magical tool indeed in life
Its strokes more dangerous then a knife...

Hurry, you must catch up, too much to do
Don't stop now, everyone will blame you...

If animals speak out and demand to be heard
Asking nature to be the judge of what occurred...

I feel nothing special at all.
I don't even feel pain when I fall...

We live in a society
Full of hypocrisy...

A rhyme for one to remember me by
A rhyme for me to forget how to cry...

Falling down to the center of nowhere
Clasping on to whatever comes my way...

Life tricked all before
Teaching us to hold tight...

There is no room for love, not in this cruel world
Time passes by as if it were a knife trying to cut...