Oh mother gracious!
What is this...

Where has my imagination gone?
It used to be like bees...

never again will i feel this pain
I said...

God sees the heart of man
like an emptied jar of glass...

Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...

Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

I thought I thought
But thoughts seem to linger in my head...

It's fine
fine is the weather outside...

Oh dear, if you could read my mind,
my thoughts would be galaxies lost in the...

One day Anger asked his psychologist,
"What am I ?" And the psychologist replied...

Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...