too long is too bad
I owe much of time
and I can't refund them
at once
I lost, who am I?
even decartes said:
"I thougth that I was"
but its like a floating man
Avicenna's taught
only in my brain
got an experience,
my teachers told me then
cause the clouds ever be
white or grey or sometimes
being a hurricane
I feel my hands holding on
the fears tight
I couldn't react to fight
cause I get my way too tired
woke up in the morning
the sun sinks the cold
while a couple of birds
tweets cheerily and loud
but I'm feel in a corner
like the night comes together.
