We are never we, only me and me

In midst of the chat of love,

of hate, anger and bird of dove

suddenly an awkward silence shove,

whom, what or do I even love

Drew me life to some words wise,

to look mirror, I'm just greedy feary mice

I don't know love, nor I  hate anyone,

Just playing my like-dislike drum

Love to those who support my image I like,

then unplesant discomfort is natural to strike

but now I got gold, what point of playing old

it's singing for life, why the fuck should I strike!

Strike the drum, just cause is comfort

who let's their gold rob, for few feelings avert

fighting is not tense, just a common sense

sense that arises of, the value of that gold

the one who freaks, and meeks, never really owned

Never really owned it, cause, the one who earns

Burns, it burns and burns you bright, every turn

wisdom it grants, involvement it demands, such a glee

no space for questions of me, you or we

we are never we, I see

here it's just me and me

for me you're just in my thought images, alright

and now here it's getting crazy for me to write

anyways

If burned and earned, you'll save and share,

anyway things for free, people don't care

you will kill, shout, and fight for the light of yours

If you feel question, believe me it was never yours