The powerpill chronicles.

Here's to you
Yeah, you
The guy who stood in the back, not daring to come forth
Who watched
Waited

And tried to buy yourself some more time

I've been keeping an eye on you

Yeah, you

The guy who's just not quite there

Who makes himself a predator out of fear of being hunted

Who kills truth to be able to face facts

Who finds the image of himself a little less appealing with each passing day

I have seen your heart

Yeah, yours

I have seen your fears and made them mine

I have felt your lounges collapse under the sheer pressure of life

I have felt all your longing for something witch neither of us quite understand

All I know is that I'm there, meanwhile somehow you are not

Your fear is to me what your desires are to others around you

Nothing

And, of course, everything

Your fear is what will drive you to greatness

Or be it madness

In either case: time is ever present, and will grant you everything