Read more by Jhantu Randall Looking back on things I thought I knew Seeing how a lot of it may never come true Allowing my own doubts to seep through Look into the mirror and ask what it is thats holding me back The answer is, myself I’m the reason some of the best moments couldn’t last Convinced theres always a murky territory Piecing together different moments that are shown before me Adding the spin to craft a coherent story Not purely for the love of the art, but for a false sense of glory Fighting self righteous indignation Compacted next to the ego spawning the things this combination breeds Staring at the crowds needing to feed off their energy Confronting the narcissist that exists behind everything The pen strokes the pages documenting this sense of insanity Let me always come back and escape into these pages The hopes of an idol shown through different stages This is the epitome of my own salvation It’s the only reason I didn’t continue to go back to crowded cages
Uniting all local music scenes together!