What I feel
Is that I feel
Somehow pathetic
But when I feel
That I feel
I could regret it
I know I feel
That I feel
Voracious
I could be
Insufferable
I let it
Be my status quo
My vice
My price
My pride
From my side
I am pleased
To see the light
In my darkest hour
I still write history
In my brightest moment
I change the world
I change my world
Find inner peace
Though my demons
Are well-fed
Hide in my bed
There’s no safety net
No storm without impact
I don’t know yet
Where it takes me
This road is quite heavy
Quite strenuous and vast
My future, my past
My present is here
What I feel
Is that I feel
I make it
When I feel
That I feel
I fake it
I try even harder
To renew it
I sew it
Undo it
I rather be crazy
Then lazy
And might I fear
The unknown
The new
The change
I confiscate my doubts
And walk hand in hand
With my confidence
I rather be crazy
Then being hazy
Though I need stability
I need tranquility
I need to feel safe
And composed
But need bustle
And variety
I rather be
My own hero
Not your saviour
A rebel
Faithful and true to myself
Enlightment
And above all excitement
About the little things
I spread my wings
And fly into the dawn