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..