Stories mirror moons
moons amoung all stars
unique men and women hear
unspoken words
stories that change
While drifting through time
Fake authors republise

Glomming in everyone's mind
Till the day there stories forgotten
suddenly they don't remember
There ancestors true importance
branches broken and ghosted
Fallon of the grand piece

The day moves along
Without the lost history
After stories are closed
They lay in wait quitely
Till published
And everyone Reflects
On what was forgotten

I Feel Bad
You always seem so glad
You never mentioned your sad
Yet run, hide and moan ah load

I Am Fine
Is it pride?
The same pride which strangles you at night
Some have more, Some have less
Yet every one is the same I guess

Secrets kept
between you and yourself
with no awareness
that
A Friend wants to help