Unfortunate circumstances,
From traditional markets and tribal dances,
Yet; no luck, no chances.
Stuck in our own mental stances.
Separated by our own self-protecting fences.
Midnight strikes as we play in the shadows,
Stirring up sparks and fires;
Investigating our own battles.
You eat cats, we eat cattle,
But still riding the same saddle.
So why is it hard to understand,
That the lion asked the lamb to be a friend.
The battles have come to an end,
As we celebrated, our minds sedated.
We welcome a new friend.
A new beginning and a new end.
Slowly taking over your land.
My land is fine, my land is mine.
Lost in the middle of nowhere.
Lost in the middle of no air.
No gas, no respiration.
No dreams, no inspiration.
I got hopes filled with hesitation,
But doubts don't lead to salvation.
Emptied my head, or at least tried.
By trying to give answers I couldn't provide.
I didn't need answers, I needed a stride.
Most of all, I needed a guide.
At first, it wasn't so bad.
Gradually, things got better.
But I still think it's sad,
of how things went from better to bitter.
I was being hit, while you, the hitter,
Struck me out, hit me to glitter.
I shun in your eyes,
Pierced your thoughts,
Scattered your plans,
Scattered your plots.
So here I am blown to pieces,
while you walk by with that theses,
That no one is as crazy as he is.
