Beware Beware

The end was mix up of feeling are am happy because I am safe or am I fell in the dark, gloomy side because of hard experience. By and by I got my hand out from my jacket to see whether it is alright or it was eaten from unseen creation but I fell how it tries to eat me.

In the beginning

The end was mix up of feeling are am happy because I am safe or am I fell in the dark, gloomy side because of hard experience. By and by I got my hand out from my jacket to see whether it is alright or it was eaten from unseen creation but you fell how it try eat you.

In the beginning, it was not an easy up story. Sometimes I feel as am I in the theater act. In the Sametime there is no freedom to take my sound and fight in my battle as I want.

All I want is a change; a change in my role I fell in without any slit of agreement. Then I take my pen and started to write to reflect my voice and reach my view towards civilized people. In this battle, I fight in: was wicked people destroyed my cheerful. I walk in my road looking for happiness and the meaning of happiness away from lonesome. But what is with my hand; I do not choose lonesome way at all. But it prison me. I noted that so I started to change this bath but "no more" say I because unless was the true side. No one at that moment deserved to be a friend. That's because they were hand in my terrible and owe story. One day I sat by the window on the sofa looking at my only friend was it sun and moon, the sound of owl that whisper on me about something. Then I wrote these words in the shape of the poem,

Beware, and do not be stupid

Life is a long road so continue

Happiness is there do not care, it is between your hand

The road not be taken; I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

All I want is a change; a change in my role I fell in without any slit of agreements.

I take my pen and start to write to reflect my voice and reach my view towards civilized people.

In this battle, I fight in: was wicked people destroyed my cheerful.

I walk in my road looking for happiness and the meaning of happiness away from lonesome.

But what is with my hand ; I do not choose lonesome way at all.

But it prisons me. 

I noted that so I started to change this bath but no more say I because loneliness was the true side. 

No one in that moment deserved to be a friend.

That's because they were hand in my terrible and owe story.

One day I sat by the window on sofa looking at my only friend were it sun and moon, the sound of owl that whisper on me about wisdom. Then I wrote these words