I just want to write, away from here,
I have ideas, it feels like fear,
I dream big dreams, in need of things,
I want too much, I need my sleep.
I scan around, and read much blogs,
It’s full of logs, about their jobs,
They write much crap, and call it stats,
I see no change, just vanity insane.
They write each day, of things that sway,
A short display, for them a play,
A case is born, when words are spun,
I disagree, they seems to be.
I am too old, but feel too young,
To state my mind, a waste of time,
It’s lock up tight, not cause am right,
I need more work, before I write.
By Julius Fa