Respect to the Man.
I have learnt that what gets swept under the carpet ultimately surfaces one day. and sometimes, at times worse that its innitial appearance. this post will be, as other previous posts, be nothing new, only that it will be revised and de-contextualised to the status qou.
moz is tired.
its tiredness that i've not known before.
yet, its not altogether unfamiliar.
i've aquainted it all my life.
i've been living two lives.
of course there's this guy, mozzie
now he's insane
really insane
aggressive
lots of thoughts on his mind
lots of things to say
often gets himself into trouble
relentlessly pushes himself
willingly sacrifices things for certain entities
this guy
and his passion
his fuel
is so strong
so fiery
so... insatiable
that nothing
nothing
could keep him away from what he loves most.
well thats one life.
then there's the other half
if the debater had logic
then this one has more soul
and he goes by the alias quixotic dreamer
ah yes
you've heard of him before, haven't you?
well
not many know this guy
few ever spoken to him
not even me
and this quixotic fella
now he's really tired
years have gone by
and he's weathered storms
gales
tempests
life-draining experiences
from the pandora's box within
and the crisis without
he's tired of losing
of losing
of losing
of losing himself
so tired
two halves
one me
one decision
and a long road to go and when the love is dead
i'm loving angels instead
ironically
or maybe not so irnoically
these two have been life-long accomplices
the best pair you could find
and yet they are enemies like devil to angel
they didnt start together
and tho one cant be sure
what we know is that sometime along his awareness period
one came along to fight a common threat
but within this fight
each wants to knowck the other off the hill.
just as it was the German Question that kept the Grand Alliance together, it was the German Question that destroyed it.
today's confronting my demons
today's confronting my Germany.
i often hated the fact that i was guy
not that i wanted to be gay
but i somewhat condemned the norm of putting up a masculine front that most guys do
and i still have strong feelings against it
but above all
i cannot deny that i can condemn this
because i have been there before
and i cannot deny myself.
behind the rebel
he who spends more effort trying to find the shortcut
when the conventional method ultimately would save him more energy.
behind the laughter
and the lamenocities he attempts with all futility
the wild hilarious screams
the mere asseretion of self
the bang bang booms
and the word for you..
if the heart had vision
than maybe it could glimpse at the wretchedness of this soul.
he doesnt want it
but he wants it.
he loves God
he would never let go
never
but he's been holding on for sometime
and he's been losing grip
nothing happened than
and there's little reason for any alleviation of conditions
than there'd be achademia
something i learnt not to chuck away like what happened last year
and not to mention debate
that speaks aplenty
than there's also all the minor bombardments like that washington thing
and the major albeit uncertified thing called friendship
and things like having time for myself
sigh
i am just so very tired..
moz is tired.
its tiredness that i've not known before.
yet, its not altogether unfamiliar.
i've aquainted it all my life.
i've been living two lives.
of course there's this guy, mozzie
now he's insane
really insane
aggressive
lots of thoughts on his mind
lots of things to say
often gets himself into trouble
relentlessly pushes himself
willingly sacrifices things for certain entities
this guy
and his passion
his fuel
is so strong
so fiery
so... insatiable
that nothing
nothing
could keep him away from what he loves most.
well thats one life.
then there's the other half
if the debater had logic
then this one has more soul
and he goes by the alias quixotic dreamer
ah yes
you've heard of him before, haven't you?
well
not many know this guy
few ever spoken to him
not even me
and this quixotic fella
now he's really tired
years have gone by
and he's weathered storms
gales
tempests
life-draining experiences
from the pandora's box within
and the crisis without
he's tired of losing
of losing
of losing
of losing himself
so tired
two halves
one me
one decision
and a long road to go and when the love is dead
i'm loving angels instead
ironically
or maybe not so irnoically
these two have been life-long accomplices
the best pair you could find
and yet they are enemies like devil to angel
they didnt start together
and tho one cant be sure
what we know is that sometime along his awareness period
one came along to fight a common threat
but within this fight
each wants to knowck the other off the hill.
just as it was the German Question that kept the Grand Alliance together, it was the German Question that destroyed it.
today's confronting my demons
today's confronting my Germany.
i often hated the fact that i was guy
not that i wanted to be gay
but i somewhat condemned the norm of putting up a masculine front that most guys do
and i still have strong feelings against it
but above all
i cannot deny that i can condemn this
because i have been there before
and i cannot deny myself.
behind the rebel
he who spends more effort trying to find the shortcut
when the conventional method ultimately would save him more energy.
behind the laughter
and the lamenocities he attempts with all futility
the wild hilarious screams
the mere asseretion of self
the bang bang booms
and the word for you..
if the heart had vision
than maybe it could glimpse at the wretchedness of this soul.
he doesnt want it
but he wants it.
he loves God
he would never let go
never
but he's been holding on for sometime
and he's been losing grip
nothing happened than
and there's little reason for any alleviation of conditions
than there'd be achademia
something i learnt not to chuck away like what happened last year
and not to mention debate
that speaks aplenty
than there's also all the minor bombardments like that washington thing
and the major albeit uncertified thing called friendship
and things like having time for myself
sigh
i am just so very tired..