Saturday, February 16, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Question Of My Life
I try to bury it in my heart and never think of it anymore.
It is hard for it to stop questioning me because whenever I watch TV I can find my question.
Don’t blame me for saying it’s a thing that bothers me than anything I ever think of.
The day that I won’t be here or there [question] the time that I will be never counted as a live person in the world. How will it be?
Will I see you people again or will it be forever?
I don’t want to say that I am important but I cannot get the picture for the day that I will go to see my father.
Which side will I be, because according to how I live I don’t know what is happening and why.