My Syndrome

my eyes are open
my sences are sharp
you percieve me as pray
the ego of a shark.
It is believed you cannot escape destiny
but little do they know
destiny is not written
it is only said
and that is a secret to many
that I was blessed to be fed.
My future is uncertain
my destiny is unknown
my luck is unpredictable
but my escence is my own
unlike the most
I differ
unlike the most
I feel
I cannot be touched
I dont even wear a shield.
I can see who you are
I can see your light
although I choose not to notice
for you lack the will to fight!
it grows endlessly
every day
the tipical
the comun
the ordinary
I choose not to be that way
I choose to be of a different mind
I see with my soul
the others are blind
for I have learned
not to waste time
for I have learned
that love I can find.
I will ascend!
one way or the other
and while you follow my trace
my body
mind
and soul
walk a diferent pace.
anybody can keep up
not only I know the way
and there are no exeptions
by experience I must say.

You can stare into my eyes

and wonder whats real

as you look closer and closer

youll see what I feel.

However you want

you can try to attack

but make no mistake

for I will turn my back

and moved on I will be,

with my pride intact.

one

two

three

for you all

I will bleed.
It is my syndrome
not because I want it to be
but because I choose it to be
for I will ascend one day..
and I wouldnt have it any other way.