I know you well,
sitting in the nestle...

Time never gives refunds,
amid the challenging fate...

Seek both sides of the argument,
tranquil in peace, essence in flow...

Tis troubling indeed,
but i am not reviled...

I love my views,
respecting others just as well...

To be free is to assemble to anything,
To overt your senses into caring to humanity...

This cell is dank and beckons souls,
My worries do not result to just me...

When he speaks we know,
we speak yet silence is enlightening...

Now living the life of a mute he Crys,
For a new hope, or find anew...

I see everything,
as the sage ponders...

This is not happening,
i am lost in my own paradigm...

The old trees no nothing of murder,
the grass yearns of innocence...