Ideas come like a pistol gun,
One click on the gauntlet,
Snap, it is gone.
Some thoughts are like birthmarks,
Forever they're established,
like a sculpture on a tree bark.
In our life we have a lot to think,
better be strong,
better swim or you'll sink.
daily living, We have to serve ourselves,
as well as others,
who make life out of our shelves.
Their are places that seemed sanctuaries,
the ambient surroundings,
dejavu, good old memories,
But some places gives us despair
hopeless grin, in and out
of our closet bin
Only Few People care on what we feel,
They come and go,
whatever has got to deal,
better keep your feet down on the ground,
stay on levels,
all can change in a speed of sound
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
Ideas come like a pistol gun,
One click on the gauntlet,
Snap, it is gone.
Some thoughts are like birthmarks,
Forever they're established,
like a sculpture on a tree bark.
In our life we have a lot to think,
better be strong,
better swim or you'll sink.
daily living, We have to serve ourselves,
as well as others,
who make life out of our shelves.
Their are places that seemed sanctuaries,
the ambient surroundings,
dejavu, good old memories,
But some places gives us despair
hopeless grin, in and out
of our closet bin
Only Few People care on what we feel,
They come and go,
whatever has got to deal,
better keep your feet down on the ground,
stay on levels,
all can change in a speed of sound
(c) Ideas - jcjuatco - Jan 20 2011
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