Tomorrow is a pretense 
Which you have to consciously Bel

The blind goose with a solemn hear
White, pure and goes on and on and
But without the trails of the rest
All she ever sees was darkness,
Darkness –this long parable and na

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.

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

How will love be glad on autumns r
love divine and love refined, love
love inclined, love infinite and l
love’s regard and love on guard, f
love as cold like a morning’s brea

A heart that flee out of her chest
And the bottom of smiles bewilderi
From her crest; for beauty is her
Strength and her soft pink lips pa
Heaven in devil’s despair,

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

You can’t get
Enough
Of words
Or enough
Of context

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,