If i am destined to turn into one of my parents regardless of how much protest i conduct, i simply hope that it’s not my dad - dude upstairs i know you have a sense of humor but that would just be mean.

life underneath my little rock is calm and oh serene, the world outside can’t get me because i’m buried deep beneath. The sun don’t shine, the birds don’t sing; i am all alone but i like it this way, beneath my rock is where i chose to stay. Outside this cave lies a place where i just don’t belong, once a long time ago i ventured out beyond the rock around the corner and down the block. Allowing my eyes to take in all the things to be seen, trying to conclude on why you chose to live this way, out here where everything is always moving, never stopping, always running in hyper drive, never slowing down - even if to say hi. Nope, i’m sure i don’t belong, because i’d rather live my life to the slow beat of some slow lovely love song, i’d rather sit back out of the suns rays, sip on my drink and contiemplate about nonchalant little things that go unnoticed just like me, tucked back here underneath my little rock where i just kick back, sit and watch…