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

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.

Let me not seek before my faith is
When the buds are trimmed for love
Not for unusual traits or heart wr
And not for solidarity to beg or r
Some debt; which my heart will dec

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man

How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

It will never go
or give up,
It is a wanted
resident
Making its way to a

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

May so be it
Life will be it
Love will also be it
Music will sing it
Rituals will be a part of it

Is that still you sitting on a bul
Or am i just dreaming, maybe
Not a bull after-all or is it a ho
Am i just whinnying,
Is that the end of the road