Why do people grow? Why do they sweat? Why do they draw Their future plans ahead?   Children like to play With a car, a toy or a key. They like to have their way Like grownups and be.   Why don’t they take their time Grow up like children...

I was searching for some old stuff up in the attic when I found those. Those were my notes and poems I had written when I was 14 or maybe 16 years old. I thought they were all lost...

There were two roadsOne was goodAnd one which leadsTo terrible deeds.A traveller came to beOn the road when he did seeA sign that said:"Two Roads And Where They Lead.”The first is narrowAnd always in sorrow,Rocks on all sidesHiding it...