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 pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

For death will applaud to us and w
To thee not death.

We grow in time and by day we ripe
But by hours our memory shrinks an
Dawns to slumber in intelligence,
But with love; we sharpen every sl
Our memory seems to please and

Is this it
Is this love or desperation
Is this how it feels to be dunked
Empty bowl
My heart never really flutters

I will not
Pretend to
Read long books
Because of
My little

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

The moon should be
Cautious of us
Because one day we will
Be looking Down to her
And She shall pledge to us

Love to a novice is sincerity and
And to an expert with trampled edg
Insanity at its deepest phase,
As discernment will love wisdom an
As richness will love power; love

At first, when the wind blows and
Dims and when the cock crows aloud
Your conscience leaps and with you
With your sour-lips and a curved h
Either your breath stinks or not,