Once upon a time
There was a beautiful and bright mind
Running around freely between
The boarders of his heart and being
When this mind starts getting old
The boarders of the being are broke and into the mind,
Strangling and confusing it
The boarders of the heart still stand but
Sometimes these are broken giving the already
Confused and strangled mind a very difficult job to do
What must the mind do?
Be an animal or be friendly…
I say, the mind chooses both
Enough for be a human like…
But my heart says that’s perfect…
And my being says perfection doesn’t exist
So my conclusion is that we can be your best, but no one is perfect for ever.
And the mind just run happily ever after..
The End
* not the end... Just the beginning..
Joka..