My lines My destiny going to be made a fort with Huge walls around of my heart that walls is so durable and inside sitting just a heart these all of arrangement for that one the fort having no door n no lattice where the sound never reach where the feelings never to creep n get inside that travel is useless that home is having no way to go even they go for away after while they come again having no aim of life no shadow of blessings just a weariness and distance in my eyes i have smoke of the specious on my lips having a sand of desert Never feel animate being here hope is disappear in my hands pray just to burst to laughter from my made on world that my own sky n my own earth in those eyes my heart is a prisoner my heart is done that sin He is mine.
