Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

i scream, you scream, we all scream.

"In order to understand, I destroyed myself."

- Fernando Pessoa


For some reason, I could not understand
why we all needed to have a stand.

We could be standing at a corner of the room,
making a choice
of success or eternal doom.
But since when did we lose our voice?

For some reason, I could not comprehend
why we needed to stand.

We don't even know if there is a reason
or purpose behind standing.
Regardless of season,
we might as well be planning our landing.

For some reason, I could not let my thoughts expand
on why I needed to make my own stand.

We could be standing around and wasting our breath
when we could standing around to fathom
about what happened between our life till death.
What happened to our own anthem?

For some reason, I could not withstand
why we don't know why we stand.

We could be standing around making things work
instead of standing around without much worth.
Eventually we all go berserk,
thinking about what the hell we're doing on this earth.


This is not what you're supposed to see.
Please, remember me.
I am supposed to be
King of a kingdom or swinging on a swing.
Something happened to my imagination.
This situation's becoming dire.
My tree house is on fire.
And for some reason I smell gas on my hands.
This is not what I had planned.

Hands held higher,
we'll be on fire.



'cause we're terrified of what's around the corner.

We stay in place
'cause we don't wanna lose our lives


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