It's time to choose the path

Sometimes you realize that the society is killing you. Sometimes you realize that there's something wrong in the system you're living in, that you NEED to escape from it.

I stood there and I thought about this. What should I do? Do I have the BALLS to leave the safe path to try the untravelled one? Am I that brave? Leave work, leave DUTIES, leave social constrictions to dedicate to what I really love: art. Because this is the only thing I can do, create things. I need to express myself, to drag others into my world, because I'm my world and I need eyes to make it real, otherwise it would disappear. I don't want to make an useless world. I want to share it with people and I want it to be loved, I want it to give sensations, to be a valid shelter for those who want to leave reality. Without a reason, my people would die, because they're made out of imagination, not flesh and bones. They can't go on by themselves like we do.

And to make it real I need all the forms of art I can master, let's name drawing, writing and music, so that I can give them a face, some thoughts and a voice. Or maybe I need some for me, a new face, a new voice and new thoughts. So, am I that brave?

Right now Silent All these Years is playing, and yes, I want to take what I want.

I want to be the owner of my time, I don't like to sell it, I'm tired of turning my life into a bodiless WHORE. I have just one life and I want to keep it all for myself, I should be entitled to this.

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy