I sit and write,
thinking of what life is giving me
this every second.
I bless my path of unknown,
but yet I'm lost in a world of cruelty and random.
I walk and keep on walking
hoping someone would stop me
and talk.
But every time when I start walking
it's like a never ending path.
The heart thinks softly
inside my lung.
Pours it's love to couple,
and then cries for no one to hear.
Misery, why do I tear?
Why you shatter my happiness
with your fame of need?
I live not for you...
I tear every drop just for my emotions to
run free!
12/19/2007
