The songs of life

What if there's a song playing in my heart? Then this is reality. What if our hearts are just toys? Then this is reality. No, i don't know what i'd like to write. I'll just do.
Some...thing i have written recently(only the first is from the past):
What is it that matters to me? I don't know... Being better is the answer to anything. I want to be better, as it's the only thing that relieves the pain of knowing all there is to know about me...and a few other people. That, is my pain, not theirs.
Ever found it funny that people have no idea about who they are and what's going on? Well i think it's just miserable.

Out of the deep now. My heart is filled with love. That love is nameless, just as is the Light.  The Light shows us the way, whether we want it or not. The Light is made by Fire. Made by me..
I am fire. I am the storm. I am not the wind. I am some more...

Does all that imply that i have a large ego? Nope, as i don't like being better. I just have no other reasonable choice.
The verses that haunt you. The verses that fill you. The verses of life. The verses that kill you...

Someone is having a good time. Oh right, it's me...

I am happy, as the songs in my heart are playing loudly. I feel creative, as i am being all i can be.

Should i stop? Should i not? No idea. It's all a faithless stunt. (No, i don't even know what i mean)

There's things that only i can do... such as understanding my jokes. But i'm not perfect, so sometimes i can't even do that.

Someone has been getting creative. I guess it's me. Now if i could only just do something reasonable with that...

The verses in my heart are haunting....