Yearning to learn to teach anyone a lesson
ideas as our map as masters have written...
Where has peace gone
Gone with the wind...
Of herd instincts,
Never so worst...
Thirst is quenched by ignorance,
segregating tongues from water...
I didn't know what he meant
the day he gave me that name...
Didn't you realise that perfection does not exist...
That "perfection" you so incessantly...
When you give money
you give people just your bank...
What withered Frenchman plucks a courtesy
For a dream about a crimson road with a rich...
Be sure that great things
always start from the inside...
We people build walls,
each around their continent...
I maybe self-centered, but that's because
you are too troubled to speak, too chocked up...
Eggshell eyes are scooping next to browsing crowds
Of helium-attached nausea problems from seventh...