thoughts

I still have a beer to go before bed,
I still have some thoughts have to be written,
Before bed,
And yet there’s still another thing
Before I go to bed.

I love to stay awake but I hate to fall asleep,
Sleeping is dying I once said to my mom,
Just awakened from a 2 months coma.

I have been dead tree times in my life,
Slept more time’s then I can count
On my fingers.

Still I have that feeling of falling asleep,
Is a similarity thing I combine with dead
I have never wanted to fall asleep since the time,
When I got into coma in two months.

It’s a fear sitting deep inside me like a sting from a bee,
I’m allergic from bees by the way,
Last time and first time I got stacked by a bee
I was unconscious and near death.

By the way I aren’t a perfect person – because
Who’s perfect?

I’d never claimed that I was perfect –
I’d make some mistakes through life I would
Rewind.

Many people beilieve that they are perfect,
Still they are making mistakes like all other people,
The only thing that separate them for me,
Is that I’m grown enough to admit it.

I hate people who care more about the money
Then the humans surrounding them,
Because I have a lot of money and earned them in the hard way,
I would never say no to a friend in seriously needs.

Money the day today is an overreacted thing,
The socialism shut itself the day human race found gold,
People don’t care about each other anymore –
The only thing that matters is who has money enough,
To survive the 2012.

If you aren’t got any money then you’re lost,
I hate that sentence,
I’m a rich man who’s a socialist,
I’m a one in a million.