The most beautiful dreams,
Of most peaceful sleep;
Are now my favourite reasons,
For the most tearful sleep.

Everyday I convince myself,
Like swallowing pills of hope;
Self-motivation is now addiction,
Like cheap, easy dope.

Too dumb to win,
Too scared to lose;
Just playing along,
As I got no other destiny to choose.
I am playing life,
Like a curious juggle;
From a boy to a man,
This puberty is a struggle.

Trespassing manhood,
Leaping blindly into the dark;
As of now still to be a man,
Still to make my mark.

As a boy I grew up,
With dreams and fears;
As a man I possess,
Only nightmares and tears.