There is this thing
It frightens me and
Scary at the same time,
They are tiny voices
Very small but weirdly

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

Let grieve become incompetent
For all boat should sail on roads,
And mountain should bow to every
Origin of loyalty and success our
Story impose, life is a canal and

You don’t need
Grades
To do this
Everyone does it
And it

I wonder how i will feel when am o
Wonder if the words will still be
In my mind with no regrets,
Wonder if my heart-beats are still
Wonder if the world will be cruel

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

A bird with a flightless wings
That is what her love brings
When clock can tick no more
Like a naked eye of a devils core.
With a shame your rebel foresee

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

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

To love is to risk lonliness
To die is to risk life
To seek is to risk lost
To breath is to risk hope
To feel is to risk numbness