10 November 2009

a Poem

 

This world craves for needs

For desire

For peace

It shall preserve what it lacks

For the time might come

When possibilities no more exist

Close your eyes and do not see

Shut your heart and do not feel

Become friends with your useless

Brains

The truth might just be five

Breaths

Inhale

Otherwise no chance for forgivness

And a lot of pointless games

 

November, 9th  2009