At twenty four,
I still don't need alcohol...

In the road, I saw couples
like tu, too, two...

It was when the lightbulb in the room,
Turned on...

And if I had known
that like lighting you would strike my home...

If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...

Oh sweet, delicious nectarine,
that from a tree, you fall to me...

We wander through the night
wearing nothing but our pride...

Though in my computer, I type a story,
while I hear the clicking on my keyboard...

Today, a young lady asked me,
"Don't you have any obsessions?&quot...

I long for the day, education would be free
Where studying is not an obligation...

I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you...

I see me not. I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on...