PhaQue's blog: "random self wrote poetry"

Hope Fear Love Hate,
O Why Is This My Fate?
What Makes Us Live LIfe,
And Take Up A Beautiful Wife?
Is It Just A Human Habit,
To Act A Fool And Fuck Like A Rabbit?
I Do Not Know And Can Not Say,
But We All Must Act Out The Scenes Of This Play.
I See All The World Fly By,
As I Wait For My Day To Die.
I Try To Get Beyond Myself,
But All I Do Is Deteriorate My Health.
The Struggle Within Will Never End,
What It Is All Worth Really Does Depend.
On Who What Where When How And Why,
But Then Again, It Wont Matter After I Die.

One will always dream of an impossible love, For true security and warmth is hard to find. It may come to you in the form of a lovely dove, But for most true bearuty is only in ones mind.