Operating so smoothly,
U have me following wherever you lead,
Do you even know what you are doing,
When U make me crawl and beg and bleed?

You think its cute,
That I helplessly, hopelessly,
Keep on waiting,slowly breaking,
So easily caught up in every game u play.
Do you chuckle in delight,
When u see me stumbling around in the dark,
Or does it give u a sick pleasure,
When u see me writhing around in pain,

U must have a cold, cold heart,
To keep me burning in this fire!
u gotta be made of stone,
Coz u pretend u dont know me anymore.

SONNET 29

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

–William Shakespeare

Building castles,

In the air,

Scaling mountains,

With your mind,

Getting high,

On nature,

Taking pictures,

With your eyes.

Riding swift,

On trusty steed,

Chasing down the winds,

Just a subtle turn of your wrist .

Pushing past the limits,

A revolution on wheels,

Looking for new thrills,

A revival of mind, heart and soul.

Indeed these are splendid days,

Life is on a roll and we got nowhere to go,
Only down long endless roads,
Vines that have grown at a feverish pace,
Everywhere they'll take u but home.


Yesterday, today or tomorrow,
Only a straight line.
U gotta keep on riding through this endless.... night.