Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

We start by living,
We end up by death,
This is the circle of our own breath.  

We get used to someone 
Until we find something to change,
We find a way to replace it with another man...
Oh, always looking for things we already have.

 Why are we running and where?
 Why are you in a hurry with them?
  I don't like the things you try to hide, 
Don't hide the time you have left to spend.

I don't like crowded places,
I always came on time
 But not at the right places...