Me of I

It’s a true fact,
I don’t really act.

If you think about it,
You’ll doubt about it.

You not gonna find,
What lies in my mind.

Sometimes I get mad,
It also makes me sad.

When fate is sad,
It ain’t my bad.

You really know,
how hard I do.

It ain’t any sense,
When you make such a non-sense.

I’m walking in a dream,
In a fire of a stream.

It burning my trees,
taking away the breeze.

All those myths,
Shouting like a thief.

I am the king of my bing.
Else nothing to think.

This is the gift of life,
Live it however you like.

Originally posted at my old blog in December, 2012