history

I
iv walk trough an pre historic
time in my life
nor Les traveled by others

II
as i entered the glacier of my past
at the wee hours of the morning
as i sat at the old sanctuary

III
wondering all my past action action
has resulted me true this deli ma
wondering whether things would change
in the future

IV
as i sat down and ate in the same
food from the past
lots have change then
asi look in trough the dark night

my exprince

as knives as a child
i walk trough hard time
in a lonely road

always walk trough
all obstetrical alone
never had a chance to change things

although all this obstetrical
had made me stronger
but the memory
will live for infinity

but the part of me
will never die
i will never be the same aging

the journey in life

a yellow brick road
nor less traveled by others
nor i once walk the same path in life

as i walk trough this narrow road
of hope
destine to find change
iv walk a lonely path before

nor never want to walk this part
any more ....

memories

memories

memories of an old window
an un open path of an never ending journey
seas to collide

nor this final memoirs
collide wit he past and the future
as the co existence of man
as we we walk in a narrow and dark past

we realize tat every action will
hurt and hunt you in the future