We are young men buried in books
Shoveling words every day
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Ours minds drained deep in the pools
Of knowledge. So they say
We are young men buried in books.

We find ourselves caught in hooks
Of wisdom seekers shall we pray?
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Exhausted, some will turn into crooks
While we proudly remain grey
We are young men buried in books.

We bear fruit of hope from the roots
Of pain so follow the rules we lay
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Are we zombies in schools?
In our paths we never stray.
We are young men buried in books
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

The spark of passion ignites the heart, until it is engulfed in a conflagration of notions, as curiosity triumphs over caution.

The seed of wisdom, planted in fields of knowledge, is cultivated and refined in kingdoms of intellect to innovate speeches of freedom.

Blisters in sweaty palms, rubbing against the pen, as it drifts between the paths of future and past, where hope is met and joy is felt.

Consumed by epiphanies, the heart-beat is felt by trembling hands, squeezing the pen for inspiration, to bewilder imaginations, giving birth to new perceptions.

Remember us?
Remember then?
Those days we were the best of friends
Our hearts were close
And our bond was strong
But placement of my hope was wrong

Remember us?
Remember when?
I thought our love would never end
You took my heart
Made me believe
But now it's hard to even see

Once you felt
And once you cared
What of the passion that we shared?
That love is gone
No you and me
I think of you and I can't breathe
I've lost a precious part of me

Losing you has always been
Among my greatest fears
To have what you and I had then
I yearn with every tear
I miss the tie that we had then
And think of what we could have been
I love you now
As I did then
For you were my most cherished friend

Now, as I try to get my head clear,
I'm hopelessly wishing those days were still here
Each thought of you is
A brand new tear
While I'm left alone wishing
That you were still here

I wish to spend the rest of my time kissing you with kisses so divine, they recognize your skin from another lifetime and dance around your eyes in perfect unison.
I need to know how you were made, what made you who you are? And so I trace your every line and mark your every flaw. I never saw a man so beautiful.
Take my kisses, take my wishes, take my willing soul. I will never from you part, if you will take my all.