Twenty one years

Twenty one years of revolution tonight, I don't know if I am going to bed or jail.

My mind is a battleground where good and evil are one and the same.

I feel like I am breaking apart.

There is no way to know if this is the right road to take,

The only certainty is that I'm a walking past in love with an airborne future.

I smile while I cry but I am no sadistic ,

I'm just your usual child in the body of an adult.

Begging not be thrown in an dark alley or abandoned road.