What is the most dangerous, between hate and love?
They both makes us blind,
Faults,
one makes us ignore,
the other makes us find

Our biggest mistake is
We want badly to find
Love that is true and real
So we let ourselves grow blind

I cry and often for get to ask why
On some days I’m fine
But it’s times like now
That I find out
That life is just a game
And I am trying to figure out
Why I came

If you always wait to be motivated
At least you have the motivation to wait
For if motivation is often found
Not finding

But pay no minding
What do I know
I am not a poet
I am not a painter
I am not a sculptor
I am not a artist and I know it

But I have a little common sense
That has brought me this far
And one bit is that you should stop waiting
For fish are not caught with out bait
Neither do ideas come to mind
When you clear your mind

So stop your waiting to be motivated
Search for ideas
And soon you will write
Some thing far better
Then this tad bit
Of insight

Wide eyes
Big dreams
Small cries
Sad, it seems

Strong hope
Scattered mind
Can’t cope
That’s all I can find

In life we are born and we die
And in-between we figure out why