Those malefactors from the upsidedon't want the moneythey own the bankwhat's there to dowhen every sun day ends the samecan't see the sky is bluethey gaze down herefinally, their attentionof an understanding fewwho look shocked and amazedappalled and ashamedwhile...

  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...