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

Curiousity is a hell of a drug
The reason why you open your eyes
The morning and
The reason why you shut it at nigh

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.

A destiny must do nothing but wand
In doubt of ones approval and jot,
All that one as done and most of
What one are yet to do;
And surely stride will be exposed

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

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

A part
Of my head
Is hurting
A part that
Needs to

The famous cheats will had once em
The prostitutes will freely sleep
acknowledge poetry.
The power of poetry is an unoffici
It can be used by a sweet talker,

As i have reached the town,
The town which i thought never exi
The town; where two blocks are dro
The town; where more stoned-houses
And astonish sights of lands, lake

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.