Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

A drunk man once asked me
Do you write?
And I was like yeah
I can put words together,
He looked at the cup he was holdin

Well i am stucked
Here and I am
Not the wisest
I should have cut
Loose before now.

I wish i was born in the old days,
Greatly about how they look, when
Work with knowledge that makes the
They all have many sense than one
I wish i was an endowed poet then,

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

now i can see life
better
now i know the difference between
life and death and now i know life
is nothing but a box of cereals.

On love will you hate when time
Waltz by unpleasantly and same
Love will the lapping wave satisfy
A couple of beauty praise.
More love and pure strength will