rciyer

Fight or Fright Life is a race, why? I wanna be a bird, and fly away from these fools who act like tools I know they like to be free too but they ignore what's true I amuse myslef in their blindness but sometimes , i worry is it my blandness? Its all darkness ahead of me There's no certain way to life but the way of fools and their ideas are rife Should i give in and cry? or continue the path awry? I hope i am right and boast,in the future,of the foresight. I am not afraid of a blunder and then i also know, I have to fight to keep my dreams being torn asunder These words stand testimony to the present state of my mind