BIBLE OF MY MISTAKES
I used to breathe music
Now it’s only a breathing lament of discord
I used to have glitter, but what glitters deceived my eyes
As time passed into vanity I dinned with reality
I failed to realize time kept turning
And the speed lane between fantasy and reality,
made me pleasure the holiness of crises.
At only 150km per hour
I died a fragile incident.
My funeral was joy of custom-made hostility
For only the judge knew my misgiving dispute
As I tasted the maturity of pain