Expressions carry thoughts of myself indeed
Worries throw my thoughts to the sea
A curtain awaits the arrival of our adventure
Stairs await the darkness of curiosity
Knives drop aimlessly as if hope fails
Stars show all the night prevails
Strings of memories swinging with time
The bricks are stacked firmly
The eye plays tricks as if judging one’s fate
The doorway so neatly decorated with scarves of
PLEASURE
Walking through will only hint what my feelings measure…
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What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.