One Out Of A Million, They Don't See Me. I Am To This World As A Raindrop Is

To Your Forehead. Suppressed Only By Myself. I Need To Let Me Out, Out Of The

Sky Falling. Time And Mind Seperated Only By Night And Day. They All Seem The

Same To Me, No Matter What Anyone Might Say, I Will Never What I Want,

"free", Like Addiction I Must Come Back To This. Endless Loops Of Creativity,

Creatively Sitting Alone.