17 October 2012
High As a kite; Neither pleasure, Nor delight.
Time Is cantering by; Days so fast, Peace left behind.
Light Is arriving; Yet sleep is still Starving.
Ahead; A tiresome day, No time for rest Or play.
Birds Begin to tweet, But life is not That sweet.
Chaos; Building high. Thoughts; Rushing by.
Afraid; no limit. Mania has Taken it.
Force • Opuss № I