There is a start and the game roll on and on; then life begins taking its toll so Jim Casey comes to be seen...
this story will be forever; I got so helpless when I realised it happens with or without our beliefs.
What are you talking about??
It's all about us... wait and hope to see...
wanna take a trip to the distant where the night is too deep to be explored and the dark stars wouldn't be seen, sparkles turn to ashes and the silence rules the night...
consequences are not true and time and place lose their concepts...
there would a be dis sober creator to make up a chaotic land of no where...
just the words are the matter, spontaneity of powerful feelings has lost the way to overflow and the poet is lost in history and papers. there will be time for hesitation but you know that you should pass and cross the red light in this pathetic traffic of hypocrisy... even if there would be a blind alley, there will be a way out. In the end we look behind and see who we are and what we did. the most tragic part is when we have to devote little things for greater goals and how we have to leave them behind while we are still keep an eye looking back and a big part of the brain still occupied to deal with loads of memories. Okei, I know I still make no sense and it all looks like a silly coded draft or the mentally challenged person. Maybe it need a flash back... yea I think ...