I try so hard,
Tirelessly,
Day after day,
Night after night,
Soldiering on,
From Light to Dark,
and Dark to Light,

But God,
Why make it so hard?
So hard for me to succeed,
One mistake,
And again,
It may be all gone again.

Dear God,
Please,
I do not have much time left,
Grant me some grace,
And lend me some leeway,
Let me learn,
And grow,
Hit me with the rod, if you really must,
But please,
Don't **** me,
Don't **** my dreams,
Please, Don't take everything away.

If you really love me,
Why make it so hard?
I am in pain, can you not see?

Or am I not destined,
To carry out your plans this way.

Help me God,
Please allow my dreams to come true,
Your loyal servant.

Hey Baby.
When you are away,
Your lovely scent lingers on my pillow,
Like a lullaby each night hugging me to bed each night.

Till we meet again,
My love.

Today I felt giddy when I woke up,
Got no strength to move,
Had little memory of what I did yesterday.

But,
I knew I needed to take a walk today,
The glorious Sun was scorching and blazing,
So brightly,
That it felt blinding,
My eyes, cringed.

As I walked,
And as the Sun shined,
I notice that every though I walked this road everyday,
The flowers were beautiful,
The grass green,
The spiders IS STILL creepy
But the path tells a story.

Hence,
I pondered in my dreamy mind,
The flowers were beautiful,
And grass green,
And the insects somewhat creepy.

The Good The Bad and The ugly.
It always equates to the "Three",
Yes, the flowers is beautiful,
Only because of the creepy crawlers around,
To make them so,
After all, they are the workers for the flowers, and grass,

The crawlers are around,
Only because there is environment for them to be in,
And that very place,
Like every other place,
Has The Good, The Bad, And the Ugly.

It is just Maths.

I concur.

I find it disturbing that,
When God created man,
The wise Lord gave us Maths.
But we became calculative and used it to keep tabs.

He also gave us Languages,
But we too found ways to be ****** and rude.

Strangely, he gave us Science,
Thinking that it would improve our world,
But all we did, was try to disprove him.

Oddly, he created Technology,
For awhile, that worked well,
But even with that,
It now tries to replaces the very humans that he created,
With scraps of metal.

Are we truly on a one way street to destruction?
Why...

These ******* charts,
These ******* buyers and sellers
You ******* giving me a squeeze on my ******* *****!

It would appear that
You and I,
We are certainly from different worlds,
From different place,
And that our parting is a matter of time,
Measured by the number of differences.

I cant see myself living in your world,
I doubt you can see you living in mine.

I think,
Slowly but surely,
They stack up,
The resistance gain strength,
The time will tick ,
The clock shall tock,

To say good bye.

Until then,
I will try,
To live in yours,
You in mine,
Till we break or fuse,

And hope that we not say the final Good Bye.

Remember that

While failure is never not an option,
To fail is a step nearer to succeed.
To retreat is an indirect attack.
Clear your mind, trust yourself.