If You Ever Reached You went away too fast And I have never forgotten the past. But for the God’s sake stop for a moment And have a look back on your path; How many flowers did you thresh? Under your feet to catch You are running now faster And I am getting old harder. If you ever reached your purpose, Those flowers did never exist I suppose. April 1, 1997
Chosen Have you ever chosen a wife? Oh, yes. Under grave is the first, And the best And the final wife is yet to test. No, no don’t judge so soon, and wait for the rest of the text; There is a nest in my chest Which everyone has taken it as a jest Like their own sex.
Either, or I have seen and experienced so many awful things, My Fault! Didn’t you know, I couldn’t bear any more? Where were you, when I was being cooled by my hot tears, My Dear? I wish I would see you somewhere and look into your eyes With customary shameful smile I know, I know. You must be laughing know. As I need to watch the pot never boils in my heart, My Fault! How dirty is the last laugh! Though mine will be either the last or the lost My Dear; My Fault!