Life is extended,
another day to live...

I wish to say something,
But taking so long...

If every need was to be granted,
every man would be rich in satisfaction...

Would I know,
or should I know of where I belong...

Broken glass cn be put together,
n yet be called beautiful...

Times will come, both happy and sad,
tears will fall, neither good nor bad...

Walking up a staircase,
mind tensed, full of uneasy thoughts...

Hiding behind a door,
keys turned...

I brought a canvas to paint something new,
I have my colors ready, to paint a new me...

Always thought I would see him live,
till I go off to my road...

No poet i am,
yet script i do...

Many faces pass me by,
none recognize me as their own...