Lately i have being thinking a lot
but the mentality never takes a break
anyway i was on about poetry
imagine poetry without rhymes
is like the sky without moon sun and the sky
poetry becomes meaningless and useless
like a simple expression
but what is nothing when nothing can turn into something
and make no mistake something can also turn into nothing
what a crazy way of using words
but iv been told "we are all crazy" and that
what is morally good in another one's religion is immorally good in the other 1
so the same action is both moral and immoral
i look around and ask?
who is there for us when words are losing their own meaning?
is like the pen refusing to write
like the hand refusing to listen to the mind's instructions
imagine that...
what the world has turn into?
now answer that
