i was born on a rudderless boat,
raised in an endless traffic jam.
i went to school in a barren desert,
where no one could ever understand.
i dreamed on a distant planet,
lacking a warm and pure sun.
i was sacked by modern invaders;
that‘s the nature of being young.
i was loved on a battlefield,
caressed by the slain and the weak.
i was taken by the sound of cannon fire,
romanced by the words they speak.
i found happiness in the jokes,
from those too easily left behind.
i found the DNA of insanity,
in the vending machine of my mind.
let me, now steer this ship.
away from the vain and the bored.
with my one and only co pilot,
for whom I will always adore.