Someone’s hurt and someone’s burning
All comes up because of loving

We will find the way forever
For the lovers of ours hearts

Keeping numb and chasing weather
Of the feelings that we want
Dreaming of the sun forever
If it comes by when we want
Living life and live it better
Than whoever tried before
Chasing moon without the matter
Painting like a crazy moll
Finding life better than ever
Flushing up and down on earth.

Cellar door - the way we fall!
Only time can stir the toll...

That could make us feel the things,
Better than its usual stink.

When we want to realize,
Trying to restore the size,
Of the hearts and our souls,
Burying all the matters cause.

When we feel we're not the same,
Nothing could bring us to shame,
Different senses filling mind,
Make us better, make us kind.

All the minuses pass away...
And good things come by again!
We feel fine and much emotions,
Our souls richer than oceans...

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost