I once stuck a stick into the ground
And hoped that it would grow...

For anyone who knows me,
You may remember I like a thing...

I can draw a pretty picture
And some may call it art...

I almost shed a tear today,
And that was for a guy...

Humility is for the weak!
To hide behind a cross for the pious...

Not sure how I feel right now,
Because this is kinda weird...

Without one single thought of self,
And for others I would not care...

When you were no more than a thought,
You were simply just than an egg...

I feel somewhere I lost my passion,
That something inside was gone...

Free me from this pathetic mortal bond,
Each choice I make is mine...

That orange flashing light
May not be blue or red...

It's kinda starting to work on me
The effects of our mortality...