Time flies, time crawls.
and I lost all thrill.
Life's losing its glamour.
because it's effort-consuming
well others could do it in a breeze.
but you're not them and they're not you.

this is the type of world where your heart
can be black before you even learn how to spell the colour.
this is the type of world filled with false appearances
and people value hypocrites because they hide so well.
Shakespeare said 'All the world's a stage,"
no. this world's but a big masquerade.
bottom line, you know this world speaks only one phrase.
"every man for himself."
and you know if what a liar you are should you deny.

life, you know can never be fully pleasant,
your life, you know will be pulled down by others.
my life, you think you understand.
but what is it you do? and how much it is you don't.

so even people who arent linked to you by blood
'd screw their lives,
and then screw yours.
what would you do?
why, smile on it, and then walk pass,
dreaming that one way you'll meet again,
with you better off
then the most perfect revenge.
yet revenge's only for a child,
revenge's lowdown
and lowdown's them.

'empathy' is a fraud.
that's a fact
you can't empathize unless you've read that person's book
used that person's house
ate that person's food
performed that person's moves,
thought that person's thoughts,
walked that person's path
lived that person's life.
he can't empathize her,
she can't empathize him.
they can't empathize us,
we can't empathize them.
you can't empathize me,
I can't empathize you.
why, it's all the same.

because it's obvious you're reading this for a reason,
because this is food for thought.
because no one's irreplacable.
because there are fearless cunning hearts.

cause we're not pure,
cause we're not nice,
cause in our hearts there's always space for only one person
that person being ourselves.
You see how small our hearts are,
there's no place for anyone else in this world
You see how the world shrinks,
the term 'heart' is only used in literature as a fantasy.
the only function of our heart is to keep us breathing,
to keep us reading,
to keep us moving,
to keep us eating,
to keep us thinking,
to keep us living.

Your heart is black, so is mine, so is everyone else, you know it.
So now we've reached the end,
you may close the browser and never speak of it again.

for when you feel inspired, it'd never lasts long,
for when your conscience prick you, your thoughts will put it off,
for when you say you'll change, it's just lip service.
for when you say you agree with me, you will definitely back out,
for when you beg to differ, you'll slowly start to comprehend
for when you say you live up to your conscience, then this is what I say,

Don't use your conscience to prove you're a saint,
conscience's only the most powerful word for culprits to right their shame.
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so many thing's been happening,
I changed my phone,
and took a rank,
did a few graphics,
did many icons,
still the dream to own a site.
Got Amath off the deathzone,
trying to keep it out.
wrote a poem or two.
and thought philosophies out of the blue.