Avatar
As my avatar sits dark and dreary
Ohh, so weary
In my mind
He watches me
With his slightest touch
I am coerced to a direction
Not knowing my destination
He controls all navigation
Dark and dreary this body a distant decoy
Of my true self
The way it's treated
The way it's beated
Smothered in love by those of its own flesh and blood
And yet it’s shunned by those that are not
It’s so hated
Like an idol that should be burned
Of different religion
And of different tradition
And of different nature
But this Avatar this idol will walk and will stand
And maybe after some work can take the upper hand