From my shaky cradle this rare music develops, <br />Yet no lyrics has written for a sad song. <br />I get frequent calls and I guess those are from the hell. <br />They want me to govern there it seems, <br />But I won't be a President ever as I never been to a war or practiced in a justice court. <br />I write my own epitaph here; 'This simpleton who sleeps in this abandoned graveyard scribbled half of his life and the manuscript has eaten by parasites.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myself-and-the-inner-mystic-music/
