Through the smoke and ash.
I'll like to change just one part.
my birth.
like a storm I came through,
to this world of regret.
a world where I could not be happy.
at least not for long.
If i could just end it.
or turn the waves of my time.
but its impossible.
treading the path of uncertainty
of FOOLISHNESS.
too old to worry no more,
I die.
