I did not do this to myself.
Stopped knocking long ago.
So live for life it's self;
stop to rest as often as East meets west,
And for hells sake don't wait;
As another second passes away...
Photos don't tell stories;
And as they help me laugh,
At moments passed,
Even though they never go,
Nether do they stay,
Only remind me of yesterday.
And I've seen it, believe it,
dream it, into reality.
