When you are wealthy:
Many shall be your friends and
Few shall be your fans and;
All will be your death.

What more can you ask for?
A momentum memorial of my art you
Or a possibility of the future of
Through my words you will ever rem
I will leave the lake and the seas

Every forsaken days of the week,
Every unfortunate month of the yea
I would arose from my own rest, lo
And i would sum the seconds, minut
To my rise or prime to my fall.

I still have
Enough fuel
To fill my
Thoughts
Because

It’s funny
Dreams are funny
They are just like mindset
Altering your personal thoughts
It’s funny how all you wanted

It’s better to just write it
The funny times when Jokes
Don’t make you laugh
When you laugh in hurt
Smile in pain

They lease my soul from me
They pays with dime; with dime–
Did my flesh buries far beneath to
Nor behold a light; who shall see
I bellow at thee who mourn or weep

Publish a book
Not pretense
Share the words
Not label
Write your thoughts

I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

A very good piece does not
Wake up In just one rainy day
Or perhaps a sunny day 
If there are no luck, a very good
Might not even rise at all.