Either at work or in play
Everyone’s disgusting in their own unique way...
I'm not the man who says
Will To Fight
if you fall - get up, only you mark the end,
if you get up - fight, let it end by Ur death,
if you fight you will fall, itz inevitable,
if you fall - get up, only you mark the end...
Another sleepless night drives me to my keyboard
Where ideas are born, from impregnated thoughts
And grow into verses, that won't let me be bored,
I'm alone, but they keep me company. I'm not
I met a Rhyming Master
Whose mind was faster
Than those of feeble earthlings,
That the earth brings
I am timeless like Shakespeare, though I'm writing this now,
But how can I be writing this now
If now became the past just now?
Really, I'm starting to think... no, I know that there is no 'now'!