A day as a life,
or the life of a day...
It's not the same as it was before.
It can never go back to the way it was before...
This poem existed
in the future...
Let me take words
and paint you a picture...
Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...
While these tears are falling
The year is now fading...
On this tiny speck of cosmic dust,
which has been imagined to be thrust...
Move back in time, and dream...
Eventually your face may look younger than mine...
She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...
Before I had only silly poems,
in which to live my reality...
All things can cheat me
except one, my mother's face...
The storm can destroy the ship
But cannot decrypt a node...