Choaking
my lungs are raw with desperation...
Teaching a heart how to love.
Teaching a mind how to think...
Winds of warm kindness
cleanse our air of hatred...
Once there a man who thought he was a hero.
He thought his royalty made him supreme...
Ill always be lost in this lonely world,
theres nothing coming to me...
It all comes and goes.
We all get tried of getting sick sometime...
I have a dream.
I\'m driving down the road...
Don't try to bend the spoon.
That would be impossible...
On the stem of a Lotus flower
Buddha's hand grasps hard...
Already in somewhere..,
couldn't feel its presence...
Days of Retired.
By: sfiawong...
Midnight, sleeping beneath canopy
of stars, of which morning prospers...