Although it's against my best judgment, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a hopeless idealist. I see good in even the most evil things.
I find faith and hope in humanity,
where everyone around me finds disgust and hatred and disunity.
I believe the world is what we make of it. I
believe in self-fulfilling prophecies.
I believe in people, because they don't even believe in themselves.
The world is amazing, if you want it to be.
I'm a young boy, but I'm far from being a teenager.
I made my mistakes and learned my lessons long before most people can even fathom.
I've learned to love my intelligence, and I prefer to remain inebriated in my own brilliance,
not by substance and people. I'm as open as the oceans, sometimes, just as deep.
Questions are hard for me to answer, and explanations are as rocky as the mountains in which I was raised.
Silence and nature go hand in hand. You've never met someone so quiet who can be so loud.
The public is my friend, and strangers are my favourite. My audience staring intently as I stage my act.
Only fools act, and I never said I wasn't one. I don't like unintelligent people,
but I front too much to take up with geniuses. I simply bask in their ambiance. I'm the outcast, the uncertain.
What do I know? I know I am the earth, you use me, and use me, and never appreciate,
you never take the time to love or thank. But I am the Earth, I'm used to it, so it's okay.
I am the Earth, someday I'll have enough.
Make Up Artist Gone MAD!
