I can read, I can write
  I can breathe, proven fact
  Bless my greed, crease unfold
  Is it me, or my ego
  Write some words, make them rhyme
  Pieces for, story line
  Set the mood, something new
  Is it me, or my attitude
    If you want, to belong
  And you miss, the extremes
  The extremes, acted out
  Practicing
  Perfecting
  Pressuring
  Unto to me
    I will wade, in the fire
  To explain, your asylum
  Idle times, analyzing
  We'll compare, all our sightings, come on
    I speak, to hear, my voice