A thought
You were right when you said every star is a setting sun...I suppose everything has to set...well at least now I stand on honest ground, on honest ground. He roams, whatever at the minute, for every minute just roam. I cant focus my attention, nothing I write is ever good enough. I rode into this world on a lion..I cannot depart with less intensity.. a redeemer in a sense...I will scream at my contemporaries through a cell phone...were not prepared. We need to wake up and quick...if we had to defend ourselves what would could we say? Im sorry..we fucked up!What do you think of our generation?