Walking down the memory lane, I remember my good old days, When I would never go to sleep in the afternoon And my mother would scare me To take a nap. Down the memory lane, I go, Relishing and living each moment, When I would wake my parents at 3 in the morning, And tell them that I was hungry! Poor mum and dad. Remembering these little things, Make me laugh at myself, When I used to think that Mount. Everest was in America And my sister would think that I was insane. Life is all about memories, And the moments that you make, So make life worth living And don't forget to take A trip down the memory lane.
i can see that the sun arose after the creaking of earth, light enters my room after a diligent pose; and i still wonder if there is a saviour for it will only appose the offended and prideful
avarice we perceive; dissipates as light touches earth as virtue replaces sin the midnight heroes run to help the wallowing poverty down beneath while apathy slowly falls into a slight daze the break of dawn fills me with haze
He finally understood why he slept... He assigned his mind a task, & too much.. had he focused. ...Till the sides faded; till everything tunneled in. ...Till nothing ..outside of his project & vision... made sense. ...Till he walked as a zombie, moving about as if awake, yet his muscles looked a bit too tense. So, only deeper... his soul traveled.... into.. an unreachable ...unconsciousness.