I take comments as inspiration and criticism, because I don't judge; I only love.

I respect those who have a reason to say what no one else’s will,

because if I was that child in the corner who was being bullied;

I would want that voice to be my protection.

If I was that man on the street asking for change,

I would sweep him up and hold him;

because knowing that he needs that money isn't enough,

because his true desire; is that support to hold him up.

Yet, I have made just simple examples, as why I write those words of steel?

 

I'm just a man, who fears the harm of others.

Like my famous words,

"hear me roar, hear me devour,

yet please don't listen to the echo of cries, that come from my shower."

Yet it reaches to a point of sound, that continuously becomes louder.

Yet it likes an echo of sound shattering from different points of my shower.

 

Just a fraction of that pie, that I didn't devour.

I'm just a small fragile toy,

yet when you wind me up, I make some noise.

Now listen to the echo of thousands, who shares my voice.

I'm just a man, who respects the atmosphere of a child,

who just couldn't seem to reach his point.

 

I redirect the imagery of theory, upon a clay figure.

Yet that pen that I used, lead to this amazing picture.

I don't believe that he will live up to reality's expectations.

Maybe this is the reason why it's up for negotiation.

 

Yet it seems that only a mad scientist,

with mathematical equations would understand my frustration.

Yet see I'm not a genius, I'm just a fan.

I recognize the distance between astronomy and fiction.

Please don't patronize me with religion.

I'm only a man just trying to find out the differences between, what is and what isn't.