(for my friends in literature department...) <br /> <br /> <br />why is that this place so quiet and chill, <br />like a movie with no thrill, <br />like a love with no feel, <br />like a movement with no will, <br />like a life has been killed <br />like a hundred of hills <br />yet all is so still <br />like a glass with no fill <br />like a heartbeat with no zeal <br />we cannot stay still <br />even though we may, never we will <br />we can rise and build <br />space and time, we're able to steal <br />no worry, no guilt <br />revolution and change we can deal with <br />we can spit, shout, and spill <br />what we have in mind, what we always feel <br />we have wits, we have skills <br />we will fly and exceed <br />what all think and believe <br />to a next phase we'll proceed <br />and dream and think and live! ! ! <br /> <br /> <br />(let us live and create, Guys)<br /><br />kite remedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-in-a-still-place-we-are/
