"I am just a man"
but there is no I am.
How could there be a man if there is no I am
Is not the graffiti a part of your hand
waving at the passengers of the subway
as you glance out
and nod at yourself and
your the creation and the creator of it all
is creation creating create with in us all
a note to self is a note to nothing.
futility can be beautiful and amount to something.
i remember the future where my body is absorbed
breakdancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
fallen angels every enemy
obsessed in shatan
and we all have been tempted and we've all made mistakes
sun..forgive the fallen angels for they are but the experiences within
the stories that we live by our reflected in the steps we're taking
and shake yourself free of those shackles and all those chains
walk outside and while they don't notice that you're truly free
take that dirt off your shoulder and eat the rest of your chips
and enjoy the time that your here, to be to live