Conflict
	Knowing what is right don't make a difference whether i pick up that knife or drive after four miller lights or smirnoff ice.  The passion in my heart, all this blind zeal steals all the rationality and turns the world into one color with no one language, no nationality. RAGE, drippin' like blood from the television screen. HATE, screaming out of the mouths talking to me. I have no direction and I feel a force steppin' out of the darkness when my zeal once again forgets to proccess the facts and violently attacks anything and everything with words and actions only to scream "WHAT HAPPENED?" when I return to my normal state where my heart don't burn and my mind is forced to hesitate. Apathy brings this onto me. An idle state, a position of lethargy, provokes a wild beast that eats the sun and vomits onto the sky throwing up stars that impact earth burning every home and church. Leaving a barren land all of because of the bewildered thoughts and the passion that is always passing through my skull. Oh, it's happening again. Sing me a song with a gentle melody. C'mon. Sway with me. Rock your heads in the streets. Close your eyes. Be one with the sway of the earth. Be one with the universe. Freedom, baby. Fight for that freedom. Escape that bewildered passion. Consider reason. Freedom, baby. The Freedom to Think.
			PAINTING:                        "God" by Tristan Bronkhorst