Dark corridor black and white flashes of light behind time, unseen to almost every closed open eye.
I’ve going in, I’m going in to study meaning behind meanings as I refuse being satisfied with population deceiving themes.
Before my country destroys itself, I wonder if I’ll do any good in my flesh, hope my works spark life into dying minds before freedom’s curtains burn.
I don’t belong here.
All of my life I’ve been told I’m an alien.
They say wrong planet friend, wrong to want peace here we live condescendingly.
All of my life I’ve been a foreign citizen.