Baby-face, flat-face, Hah. Thats what I am over intelligent, analyzing every single step. Alone i know this feeling will never change.. Not a single wrinkle in my face. No trace of who I am or where I come from.
I walk along, or beside wondering, is there someone out there like me? I would like to compare myself with a sad painter, that cannot paint. I believe that to see the world threw out my eyes, are not the same as watching it threw out others.
I see it come before you even thought it out. Trow mud in my face but I do not bother. You have to be the boss, when i am so much more capable then you. I let you, and lower my expectations of life. Soon I'll have none. Afraid I will explode in anger. But i show no marks on my baby-face.