Today marks twenty.
There are knots in my stomach
at the thought of possibilities
and mending; but one day--
one day I'll leave.

It always feels like clean blank paper
with spaces waiting to be filled with anything but water;
I write this poem with clamor
for a world I have yet to see further.

Because today I am twenty.
*******.

Once,
I held Time
By my trembling hand
And asked him,

                                                " who are you?"
He whispered softly
And that is translated as:
.                                              "I am your decay"

I opened my eyes and everything was fine
I lived my life and had a good time
But once , a little black spider appeared
I didn't have a worry, I didn't have a fear
My mother told me "**** it , it's not a big deal"
I told her "Tomorrow" and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes and everything was fine
I lived my life and had a nice time
But once, that spider appeared
It looked a little bigger, but I didn't have a fear
My mother told me "**** it , it's not a big deal"
I told her "Tomorrow" and fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night
My mother came in my room and saw the light.
She looked at me and asked me  
" Why do you worry? "
I said " It's the spider,I am sorry"

I closed my eyes, everything was fine
I lived my life and had a good time
I heard the voice calling my name
But still it was dark, it was all the same
I heard the scream, I tried to see the light
But it was pointless and I thought:
My mother was right...

We all lie.
Even I
Even now
Even on the last three lines
Even on the last line
Even now
Even I
Even…

What are those? Are they buildings?
"No, they're the walls"
Walls? When did they get there? Who built them?
"Obviously you. You are the king of this place, but you built those walls nearly two months ago. Don't you remember?"
I guess I forgot.....