Take it one, one day at a time

But be careful, don’t waste; all of your time

Count the minutes, also count the hours

It isn’t their life, our life is ours.

For that reason, remains the question

Why do we even need, their stimulation?

It could help us grow, sometimes

But is it really worth more than a dime?

Maybe a quarter,

No peace, no love,

There is no order,

Please don’t try, call me a brother.

Trust blindly, and be very sober

Although you might find , only your mother.

Until you get to meet another

Person, worthy to get all your time

All your attention.

But you have to wait, just make the line

A person you could trust without any need to sign

Trust has eyes or is it blind?


About vicj92

Young Thinker. Constantly Feeding up my mind. Attempting to help others do the same.
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