now i am much older better than i was younger,
the truth of the younger days looks strange,
even now this evolution of mine wont make any sense,
all i feel as a personal frienship with pain,
i feel the worlds weight on my shoulders,
every time my heart is stressed with metalic agony,
i cant think, i cant imagine, i cant fantasize,
i peep over lifes horizon and wonder if i will feel
better when i am laid to rest, is there heaven for this body
soul and mind in such pain,i read the psalms of David seeking for redemption,but still i feel like a homeless
ruler of the world , i cry silently , if the world could be
mine, but then whose to judge me than God, then i am a sinner , i am not the chosen one worth to read the psalms and rebuke my enemies.i cry for back up, through teary eyes,
the back up is agony,from my feet to the head, like a metal crushing, i hope to wake up and be a better one, full of love and passion,wisdom and intelligence but that is all in vain i am still the same person in the morning,the person who is me when i was younger, but i am much older, moving closer to the truth of this house of agony