Well, I blazed up to Ludovico Einaudi's I Giorni, and I felt the need to write something. This is what I came up with haha. Passing other people as I walk down the street I wonder what would happen if we were to meet with no preconceptions of what should not be would you finally choose to see me for me? Or will we let dreams of what could or should cloud our judgment like we knew that it would Accept these flaws, and with them perfections so that we may cast out these misconceptions. With any words spoken we risk being judged constantly under the threat of spilt blood a life full of fear when surrounded by beauty to see through these lies is our god given duty. Yield to authority is what they all say but when two choices are given I choose my own way Few voices speak out while the rest are all silenced under the fear and oppression of violence when will it stop, I see no end in sight when loves takes the place of ignorant fright stand up for your beliefs, even if youre alone for in defiance a persons true colors are shown.