My mind is all the aesir.

A wise man once said, wise men don't say s**t.
I'm pretty wise so i'll wright instead.

A wise man once said don't lie to yourself.
But lately I've noticed all those lies on my inner shelf.
I always told my self I'm strong, had trouble to accept help for it made me feel weak.
But now it seems my strength are beyond its peak, and i can neither think or speak.
Without feeling like a freak.
The feeling of truth have been exchanged with a feeling of submission.
I use to think that me and me alone was the creator of my reality.
But now i see all the other people in my head thinking the same thing.
It's like the war in my mind just begun but didn't ever begin.

Truth is an opinion, defined only by it's number of followers.
This text is hardly done, but i have nothing more to wright.

I'll just press the save button and hope i win the fight;

 of tonight.