This feeling of sadness just brings me to madness.
The insanity of this world is one big hurl; if I could change one thing in this wretched world it would be not to bring peace nor power but the true meaning of love.
I know the people in this world have all gone crazy with this hazy shit.
I sit outside under an old oak tree wondering where will it be in 1000 years time?
So I pine on the outlook of life and think to myself where will I be in1000 years time?
Maybe that feeling of sadness will generate into gladness. I spread my wings like a new-formed butterfly and let my wings feel the warmth of the newborn sun. Slowly the light grows a little lighter.
There I see that little tiger prying on a new little fighter of a writer. So I lay me down a little deeper and fall into the crests of the creator. I begin to [panic and feel the sound of my raider. It starts in my toes and flows to my nose then it blows and I know I’ve lost control with my soul its taking a plunder, the sound of thunder explodes and then it goes to a younger generation.
