I am a poet,
A story in the night,
I fight for what is worthy,
The voice that passes by,
I act as my own shadow,
I pretend to be the light,
I see no difference in time,
For change is but a myth,
A used and washed up lie,
Many times I try to fly away,
And drift off into the fire,
If I die and burn away,
Will I be forgotten?
If I don't die an honorable death,
Will I die at all?
But if I stay I suffer,
If I stay I cannot speak,
Time will pass me by,
But if we do not break the silence nothing will ever change.