- The things we do, when we go on our moods -

Déjà Vu 

The mind's peek-a-boo

What it does is f**k

With you

You have to wonder,

It that what you want to do

Choices

Your desires voices

It's what you want

If you go through with it

Idiot

One who swallows tongue serious

No objective of your own

While others fly, you roam

Crazy

Nothing less than lazy

Making stupid choices you know

Outcome is going to be the same,

You know

That is exactly why you're insane,

You know!

Hero

Something you do, to get a halo

Trying to find someone

Are they lost?

Trying to win a heart

Can it be lost?

The things do, speak

The most

The things we feel, play

The hosts

Author's Note

I would very much like this poem to speak for itself. If I explain it too much then I might as well have written the explanation instead.