Next my turn

When someone takes a winning stride

             To go and lead a happy life

To enjoy all the celebration

             And the subsequent recreation

Only one thought comes in my mind

             A thought sound and firm

That one day I’m also going to do this

             As next is my turn

Next is my turn to runaway

             Away from this filth and mess

I only need a single chance

             Nothing more or less

Run away from this inferno

             Where every moment I melt and burn

Tolerance are tested to limits

             I know next is my turn

Mistaken Identity

My dream as a child

             Became a passion in my youth

To search for my identity

             And search for a truth

I differentiated myself from every other mortal

I differentiated myself for a subtle known cause

To be the best amongst all of them

And to prevent my identity loss

The great that I achieved

             Doesn’t seem to be any more

Or probably it wasn’t great enough

             For my conscience to be sure

I was probably the most competitive

In an effort to establish my superiority

I’m still to reach that ultimate position

To re-establish the mistaken identity

I would stand nowhere

             If they all fall in my shoes

My identity is mistaken for nothing

             Don’t know for the fault of whose.