What does thou stare at young man
The art that beautifies the wall
or the heart that over heard the call
What does thou think about young man
The way that changed your life
The day you choose to strife
What does thine dream consist of young man
Do they have a base so strong
The might to be proven wrong
Whom does thine eyes search for young man
The eyes that rested on you
Or the figure that distorted your view
What does thou heart linger for young man
The beat, the rhythm, the jazz of your soul
To finish you or to complete your whole
Young man, thine talks are strange
Thine everlasting shine shall not change
When does thou rest,
What does thy hold
Ready to melt young man...
Art thou ready to mould??
Boũţ Мęħ
- kanch
- Sukhothai, Thailand
- its tough assessing words about me...am a simple girl with some special dreams.. with the words i call my own i write not only about myself but also about common people who, like me... do not want to complicate things....
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