THE WAY OF LIFE

life is like a maze , a paradox

from birth till 10 years old :
we love life , thinking every little thing is an adventure .

from 10 to 20 :
 we are in love with a misterious identity , every thing is either very good or very bad , nothing in between .

from 20 to 30 :
we are old enough to judge almost everything , right all the way , never wrong .

from 30 to 40 :
wanting more , more , and more

from 40 to 50 :
 opened all the doors , went through all hidden ways ... nothing is new

from 50 to 60 :
oh, if only we could go back in time .

above 60 :
we discover we didnt know mush , and we die without knowing ...

so you will spend all your time trying , but you wont open all doors , or fully understand its Inscriptions .

Mind Bar

Mind is like a box of chocolate
overheating will lead to the formation of dark shapeless mass with no meaning at all .

On the other hand
over cooling will give it a useless , rocky shape , denying it from its identity .

So , use it wisely .... dont take the wrong turnes cuz who knows

...

DOOR AND A KEY

thought i had it all

the moon , the stars , and the dust of dawn

but i only had a key that led to one memory

a key with a crystal name curved in

wich door does it open ?

i really didnt know

had only one chance , to escape this circle of broken roses

sealed ways of gold , so shinning but non the less so cold

lost in my own thoughts i didnt see the time as it pass by

the leafs have fallen from the ceiling , to cover the misty roads outside

angels closed their wings , avoiding the sad winter's snow

and as life left with the last breath of a season that passed

I FOUND MY SELF WONDERING

why taking an empty road when i was  safer here

 once i thought i had it all

the moon , the stars , and the dust of dawn

now i here remained

watching the crystal letters curved on my key glittering silently

as they took their way into their final sleep .