What comes below and rests above
Over the glistening garland of lives
What is to be seen and rests to be judged
Is what we people forgot to mend about us….
I wish life was black and white ..
People were were what at face..
You could get out of your heart..
Whatever your heart wanted to say..
But no one here is true..
No one here is sorry..
Even when they they know its ones only life to love..
Afterall people do imitate..
Afterall its all just a pretentious game….