EPIPHANY
People chase rainbows, people chase dreams I chase myself to be known better When hopes knocking on my door I fear to let them in I dance by myself in the room where the melody is somber Been called a freak, been called a genius but never found to fit in When the world turns quiet, I hear my self better The winds will never carry my songs and the books will never carry my stories for all that matters I shall live and perish