Beautiful

Nothing something beautiful will last long enough,
For it withers up,
All those beautiful things just turn,
Into a dried withered remain,
For how long can you lick the beauty,
It will sooner or later be gone,
Oh beauty oh beauty,
How long can you stay with me,
As no sooner or later,
You will depart,
Leaving behind a trail of your beauty,
Something to remember you by,
Something to cheerish by,
At the end nothing remains of you except memories.

Path

There is something I was always afraid of, I never didn't know what I was afraid of,

At the end I could only conclude it was me,

And only me,

And my greatest fear of all,

As the ideal fear "Death" didn't scare me enough,

All that scared me was dark hollow image of myself,

Struck somewhere inside of myself,

A place inside myself where I see paths,

But no guarantee of what is to happen,

A past that can I can't never go back to,

A future that I can never see beyond,

And a present that is too much for me. . .

Stray One

Here I wander the streets,
Born from a unknown one,
With my lovely ones,
Sadly we fell apart from the start,
Some do not live up their life,
And some go elsewhere to find food,
I ran here and there,
Running with the world,
With no permanent roof or food,
I fight day and night,
For my right to live,
Sometimes affection touches my life,
Makes me feel it's not so bad,
You say your life is bad,
Swap a day with me,
And you wouldn't say that,
At the end,
I'm alone,
Taken by no one,
Yet own by World. . . .