In a world where everyone looks for someone to follow, some choose repackaging themselves to stand out, not to look for followers, but to create their own identity. This is a metaphorical, but true story...
As I take a look in the mirror, what is it that I see? Somebody who's complacent, or trying desperately to be... who he wants to be, or what he thinks he wants to be. I might be undecided, rolling around in complexity...of what I learned to be right...And, what I know to be wrong. Am I getting better, or is it still the same old song. I heard brighter days were coming...Somebody lied to me! What is causing my problems, or is the cause me? And then the black smoke filled the room, I will become different from you, and when the same smoke clears, I'll be made over through and through. Trading pain for joy, with silent screams, and dry tears clutched in my fists, I can now let them go, for the Black Smoke Metamorphisis changed the landscape, and provided the way of escape.