Just an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy who happens to write poetry. |
My invaluable honor’s been tarnished,
A stain on my family name...
Rivers, oceans
constant motions...
In silent hall
in shadows dark...
In silent hall
in shadows dark...
There lies a place
far 'cross the sea...
Rivers, oceans
constant motions...
Where do we belong?
Our oft-destructive race...
Miles apart
but in mind, one...
There are no right decisions or wrong decisions, only decisions with better or worse consequences. |
With such ease does a democracy become an idiocracy! |
Intelligence is defined by the stupidity of others. |