A Letter To Myself

please my 'self' this is the only pen that you listen to the only communication that you will answer to to all questions that will be asked to answer them all because you 'll visit no death to all my friends, you're the better worth i need your help i know you will not keep me in the trap though you will punish my ignorancy whether i known before or not this is the law of living toward it i 'll consider your pain and joy as a help that travel with all my consciousness to give me a total awereness i real need you my 'self' replay to me in this roaming life i'm either in the bottom, either in the top my head is either aside, either front i roam, i fly like a butterfly i bet for a direction of laugh and cry relax my soul i know you heard them the one that regards themselves as tall and strong trees without a doubt they drink fellow's water, they eat day to day the fellow's food that overcast and reap fellow's sweats at the sametime laughing to their fellow's tears i know how the tremble of the sole indeed shakes like the earthquakes the body is nothing other than sacrificing you to work for it the brave to fight the timid as a cat-fight-mice like education-fight-ignorancy my tired and weak body hire your efficiency nothing on dream to fire your offence non sense to them, non sense to welcome i amine my 'self' to work till the last breath but a dust in the rubbish pit a needle that barbecued all three brain in my head all artery and veins out of my heart hello! my 'self' wake up from all these pains walk silently in their shades of potrayed betrayals along side as they left no mark attack all the anxiety and worries don't you remember when you were prisoned? don't you remmember when you were jailed? out of all their intrigues you consipired alone and waken up to fight against the misfortunes that shrill the skin of the shaped oppertunities but loandbehold your only fore goings shade once again their transgressions pig in a poke their hypocrite pockets it was the darken door my 'self' that given you a chance to see the opened window think once again out the box run again arround the corner i know your sweat is more worth as life is the walking death it have to print your names in the ardours walls of their hearts like the northern rocks to their stiff understandings as necked as dry trunk in their fledgling blood as dry as a tree stump to their loyals as offical as court stamp in their brain adamant as tough as a valiant lion to their cell...