Friday, May 04, 2007
From the beginning of my life,
From the day I was born.
From the day I was brought here,
I felt quite forlorn.
Thinking I was lost.
In the unfamiliar gloominess,
And the misty shroud,
That surrounded me by the world.
Alone and frightened,
Alone I curled.
A solitary figure,
Without a caring soul.
Thinking of the complication of the world,
Thinking of the unfriendliness,
Of people that I thought what I had thought they would be.
Thinking of the how a path could be made,
In this terribly bewildering darkness.
When I got to know better, however.
I found out that things were not as bad as I had thought.
I dispersed the brain battle which I had fought.
The world could be a wonderful place,
It is just the way you think you is.
Think of it as a dangerous voyage at sea,
Then scary and exciting it shall be.
Think of it a as a garden of blooming flowers,
Then with blessings of happiness shall you be showered.
Think of it as moments of torture.
Then pain and suffering is all you could capture.
Nothing is really impossible to feel in life,
It is just the way it is seen as.
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