Hate is such a harsh word
But not to hate somebody would be absurd...

How is a poem derived?
Is it from this or that...

It's been said by many that life is a journey
But how could it be a journey without the...

People do many things which they regret
And yes I'm one of them, you bet...

Sleep, I can't remember what it is but know it...
My eyes want to close but my mind resists...

What am I thinking about but not saying?
What is moving inside of me without justification...

People, so many people just relaxing in the sun
Some reading, some talking but others just smiling...

I keep walking and walking but still get no where
Only the greeting of the sun with it's fiery stare...

When the light shines with such clear reflection
It shows an image of your beauty inside...

A second ends up been a minute and a minute ends...
But the time seems to halt more and more before...