A birthday wish ! The clock strikes 12 , yet another year passed .
I find myself a year older , What do I want this Autumn I wonder, With the sulk more like Scrooge from Christmas carol, minus the beard.
Materialistic things …give you momentary happiness, Relationships well complicated just give them a pass , Social work good for profile building , Job always sucks and binding , Further studies a notion to kill time , If abroad with high status labour work combined , Marriage a path not ready to explore, Pursuing hobby skilful string less known ,
So I decide maybe this is not my year, I sigh with deep breadth , And just ask for humanity’s welfare , Till then Adios God , see you next year.
Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and
It was not mandatory. The penalty of hope. From a killing machine propane and fertilizer. It was a god’s day. Don’t want to contend against porous death. Words, I will not betray. —————————————— It was not mandatory. The penalty of
Shot in the face an insider tells the story of withdrawl of the vision thing. Crooked hands lift the frozen lake to drimk the elixir of death. Lonely home inspires the dark bird to land on the window of mountain