Times have changed
and times will never be the same again.
Deeds are not mistaken and
What we do is not always forsaken.
Every Season has got a rhyme and a reason
lessons are meant to be taught
not to be forgotten.
But nothing much i have learned
World is wide and filled with filth
every one is thirsty
And sometimes i am insane
Give me something to clam myself
I drive my way far away.
where I have nothing to say
A place of serenity
where i seek myself.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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