it's not your fault baby bird
they never taught you how to fly.
you were forced out of the nest
while they watched you fall and die.

And ***** this, there are better things straight ahead.

An open mind-
An open mind is
        An open door
        An open window
        An open book-
        An open book
                Full of blank pages
                        Nameless
                        Wo­rdless
                        Silent
                Paper before the ink-
                        Ink
                                ­My tears are droplets
                                of ink that I cry into
                                poetry
                     ­   Ink
                                My blood is droplets
                                of ink that I bleed
                                into poetry
                        Ink
                              ­  My sweat is droplets
                                of ink that I work
                                into poetry
                       Ink
                                Tears, blood, sweat
                                Salty
                     ­           Like the sea
                       Ink
                               A bottle of
                                       Stories unwritten
                                       Words unsaid
                                       Promises broken
                       Ink
                               Emotions that I bottle
                               up and reveal only in
                               my writing
                               Things that could've
                               been and almost were
                               if not for
An open mind

I saw you that day was rainy,
I wouldn't meet you after this maybe,
Please don't escape from rain, because it was me,
Dark, misty and lonely I need somebody to hold me.

I don't believe in you and your beauty,
You're a trick always behind me,
I exist, you exist in same county,
But couldn't say exist "we".

I am exhausted far away form me,
Let me die here softly and silently,
Please not afraid, I am always ready,
Take the gun and count the three.

I am not player named game "life".
It is over now, from beginning of 1995.
Have no faith, the past I don't remember.
I chose my library as a holy temple.

Life is a huge prison,
My imagination endless as much as universe,
But you are unreachable still.