i wonder when i wonder how
this world had started the show

how much i love time..
the mysteries it holds waiting to unfold
always forcing one to commit crime
it is the force which only he the time hold

the oceans with their tides
darkness of their rides
lies the force waiting
but the world can't stop baiting

what the direction wind follow
has made the alps hollow
the mourns of the skulls
waiting to be heard

What made the fire ignite
Would later make people reunite
Minds will evolve
And problems would resolve