I live my life in this poetry,
people laugh and think I am crazy.
But deep down the blue ocean
a man dancing alone in the sand.

I climb up the walls to run away
I say nothing in the eyes cannot see
and live my dreams far away
set my goals to this giant tree
it grows so high wild and free
finding my self and look back to the real me.


you know nothing about this painting
a sketch of unborn child
dying inside is my sympathy
the worthless word inside of me.

the wisdom of fool is extraordinary
in this world full of casualties
thinking twice this is my agony
the selfish child is my poetry?
talking is crazy
writing is the best remedy.