
Crying is like an artfort,
it's beautiful in all it's reserve.
Dying is like a triumph,
where only the best can learn.
Doing is more than action,
nothing see's fit to the choice of showing face.
Direction is close to going nowhere,
till you know which way is the right place.
I never really enjoyed crying,
not just infront you, but all.
I couldn't care-less about dying,
since in the end we're all going to fall.
I don't like to do,
if nothings fit for anyone around.
And I've never had time for direction,
Especially when I don't want to be found.





















