Filosofie / Geen Thema / Geen Thema
I wonder why me and the thought of me, find it hard to be, the hardest fighting friends we might well be. In this world we see, us as one of two, when as one we have to be.
United in a situation of love, walking down-under brilliant, sent from above. Allthough in harmony, chaos am I, controversial yet the truth, no lie. Fallen, when now I fly in the thought of going on for ever, never die.
No end meets the eye, when avoiding the big question: why? To move and never stop is avoiding the obstacles to not get held up. I see what Iíve said Iíve said before, me and my mind, thinking about the thought, Iíll say no more.
- Infinity. -
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena