So many.



There is indeed so many;


So many stuff to se,


So many books to read,


So many things to taste,


So many clothe to wear,


So many buildings to build,


And so houses to do,


So many dreams to get accomplished,


And so many others to be ended,


So many wait to wait no more,


So many religions to listen one of them,


So many songs to write,


To sing,


To hear.


So many poems to create,


So many to censure,


So many genius to borne,


And so many idiots to rule the world,


So many places to go,


So many reasons to stay home,


So many to die,


And so many to live,


So many to be burned,


So many to win,


So many to lose,


So many to collect,


So many to paint,


So many to eat,


So many to bread,


So many to transform,


And so, so many to believe in,


So many to play,


So many to save,


And so many to just get lost,


So many things for us to call “pets”,


So many for us to call normal,


So many people to classify as weird,


And so many people that believe that normal means good,


So many of them


And such a little bit of us,


So many to smell,


So many to vomit,


So many to be sad,


And so many to be happy,


But so, so much to be in peace for.


-I cud go on and on (and I will complete this later) but I will stop here-


And even with so many, and so many,


There is only one real reason to live;


And that reason is…


To -E-N-J-O-Y- IT.

Frank -!-