That day you walked with determination towards the thoughts of wishes in a shelf you brought out a classic original TS Elliot, the most beutiful gift ever.. for me to be kept. Inside ink signed with thoughts of greatness In a shelf filled with hopeful, vivid dreams my only guess is...nothing is what it seems

Remember!

Read! (Think!)

Feel! Live! Die!

Think!!!

So ive done, over and over again Form prayers to a broken stone You live your own life as its a loan So... someone.. one of you who lean toghether who can understand please explain to me

Why do you gather by the tumid river in lack of real hope?!

The life of Hollow Men I for one dont understand... Tremble for life Tremble for love Tremble for found kingdom with a star Dont let the shadows fall Make a choice..

Raise your voice

Dont whisper when there is but one You.. The hollow Man who listens