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my stuff (and yours if you want)

Discussion in 'D.I.Y. - Creative section' started by persona-non-grata, Jul 16, 2010.

  1. persona-non-grata

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    ok i'm planning to post all my lyrics writings and (if i find out how) my drawings on this feel free to comment and post your own stuff too :p

    this is the first one hope you like it i was bored in the train and just wrote down all my thoughts as they came along :ecouteurs:

    Identity

    No more am I what I'm supposed to be. Or was I never before? No longer do I understand my way of thinking.
    What is mainstream? What is the system? Am I part of all this?
    Am I an outsider?
    Outsider.
    What is the outsider?
    Isn't everyone part of the flock? Well maybe not THE flock but at least a flock. Or maybe I am just one of the black sheep in THE flock.
    I look out the window and see a flock of sheep, they're all white, they look happy.
    Happy.
    Happiness, What is that? Am I happy?
    How can I know if can't even describe happiness?
    Is there something wrong with being unhappy?
    Wrong.
    What exactly is wrong with the world?
    Well not the world itself, the people in it.
    But what IS wrong with them? Or maybe it's all me?
    Are they ignorant, or am I paranoid? Maybe a bit of both?
    All these questions none of witch I know the answer to.
    How can I change anything without even knowing my own identity
    my own identity?
    Is there such a thing as an own identity?
    If so how can I claim one without even knowing if I WANT one?
    Or don't I get to choose? Maybe society stamped an identity on me from the day I was born.
    Or maybe the choices I've made in life have formed my identity
    but what choices did form my identity?
    I don't know anymore. I don't even know what is real.
    Real.
    Reality, is there such a thing as main reality? I only know mine.
    I wish I could see the world through someone else's eyes.
    Or would the world look the same to them as it does to me?
    Or do the things you experience determine your reality, identity and happiness?
    I don't know.
    And that is all I know.
    Hm, that reminds me of a song.
    “All I know is that I don't know.”
    Yes I think that's the best way to describe where I am at this point of my life.
    Knowledge! That's the name of the song!
    Knowledge.
    What is that? Except for a song name of course.
    What is there to know about the world we live in?
    And why should we even want to know? We all die in the end don't we?
    Death.
    What is that death? Yes of course the stopping of bodily functions.
    But what else happens?
    Do we have some sort of “soul”?
    If so what happens to that? Will it die with our body's? Is there some kind of afterlife? I think not.
    Think.
    I think too much my head's starting to spin. Too many thoughts running through it.
    Running.
    Let's go running! Wait me running? Hell no!
    What was I thinking about again?
    Oh yes I was thinking about thoughts.
    Ghehe, that sounds kind of weird. Let's just get beck to the title of this.
    Identity.
    How many identity's do I have? Let's see I think I need to figure out my main identity first. Or maybe just describe myself, sum up words that fit my personality.
    Personality.
    Is there such a thing as personality? Everyone should be treated equally. So is personality something we should look after then?
    Equality.
    A weird thing isn't it, equality. Everyone says they want to be treated equally, but in fact they don't. They want to be treated better hen anyone else. But why?
    What is wrong with being equal? I don't think there is anything wrong with that. I think, if everyone would be equal and no one would want to be treated better, we would have a perfect world.
    Perfect.
    Perfect doesn't exist.
    Or maybe it does but everyone's opinion on what is perfect is different.
    But isn't that what make's the world beautiful and perfect? Our differences.
    Of is it our similarity's
    beauty.
    What is it that makes this world beautiful? Is it that everyone is different? Is it that some people are the same? Or is it that we complete each other?
    Is it the sun going down in the water?
    I think it's all those little things in life that make you smile, make you feel complete.
    Complete.
    When are you complete?
    Is it when you're in love?
    Love.
    Love's a beautiful thing isn't it? to bad society killed it!
    Real romance is dead.
    Killed by society.
    No more Romeo and Juliet or Tristan and Isolde. No now it is, California pretty boy and blond botox filled big boobed slut!
    This can make me so angry!
    Anger.
    Isn't anger a wonderful emotion? If you can handle it of course.
    Or maybe I love it so much because I can't.
    That's what inspires me to write music do draw pictures. It pumps me up with adrenaline, wonderful adrenaline.
    Adrenaline is the best drug there is, period. It pumps you up, makes you want to move, action, reaction. Wonderful.
    And it's free as well.
    Free.
    Freedom, wouldn't it be great to really be free. Even if just for a day.
    Not having to depend on anyone else. But is that even possible to achieve for more than just one day?
    And to what expand are you willing to fight oppression? And is it right to use violence to achieve a non-violent society?
    And is a non-violent society possible?
    Well I don't know.
     

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