Sometimes, when I start to get ready for an hour or two of concentrated study, my mind starts to wonder why am I doing this to myself. I mean, I could be working right now, without the stress of passing exams and getting my grades and washing the expectations all over myself. I could be earning my first 10 thousand right now, or even my first promotion, who knows. Then when I slowly revert back to reality, I sigh a huge sigh, and I know that its all for my own good. Its for a brighter future, a fatter pay check perhaps. I don’t know man, we all have one life to live, ONE. But I don’t’ understand why we have to conform to society’s judgments and live the way everyone lives. I envy and admire those that chase their dream. To be a photographer, an artist.. jobs that seem bleak and underpaid. There’s so much for me to learn. I have to find my dream, I have to learn steps to gallop there. It doesn’t matter if I have to start with baby steps, as long as I’m looking straight ahead at my dream, even if I move slower than a snail, I will reach it, I will fulfill it, I will drag myself, no matter how tiring it gets, to achieve – my fear, my unreachable, the impossible.

An immense feeling.

One like no other.

An archery of pointed needles.

Poking, consistently; bleeding.

Confound to the next act.

Not wanting to thwart thee.

How else can one move.

Crippled; deaf and blind.

The rising sun rises from the west

No, it does not want to anymore.

The world stays murky.

Every object stares with a sinister face.

It would be a joyous riddance of

Reflection-
Christina Aguilera

Look at me
You may think you see 
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Everyday, it's as if I play a part

Now I see, if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Chorus:
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
 
I am now
In a world where I have to hide my heart,
And what I believe in
But somehow, I will show the world,
What's inside my heart,
And be loved for who I am

Chorus: 
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I dont know?
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?

There's a heart that must be free to fly,
That burns with the need to know the reason why

Why must we all conceal,
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?