But  I  can  sit  and  dream  a  while.
About  her  and  her  perfect  smile.
Yes  I  can  see  her  in  my  dreams.
And  watch  her  dance  among  moonbeams.
Her  golden  silken  hair  all  free.
And  then  she  comes  and  walks  by  me.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2016.

Don't trust your beauty
After a fire you can say i am ugly
Don't trust your power
After a paralysis you can say i am weak
Don't trust your money
After a theft you can say i am poor
Don't trust your knowledge
After a conference you can say i am ordinary
Don't trust them fake sincerity you can say i am dupe
Graves showed something to me
These are dead people ...
Finally i understood
Don't trust to world because
Life is a big lie
When you closed your eyes
You can say a big WHY !!!