| I am walking home by my foot of distinct I am wondering if there is a better way I am walking to see the future district I am walking to see it every day. I owe something to myself and god I owe thanks with my own part I can see different expectations On the flourishing and luxurious landscape Of reality, becomes my own personality. The feeling of darkness and animosity Follows this world inside The coldness of its own reality Comes out other way outside. The meaning of niceness and comparing it To the world of falseness and self-esteem, The inside insecurity and forbearing it To the love on its own steam. |