What I want

Sometime it just a piece of a paper

ST I ask for all things in the world

I always say

I am a poor ting that I believe in hope but works

I willing I am a perfect man

But I am not

Everything comes to me

I know it

But I can’t control it

It worse even worse

In a moment

I feel just being to kill myself

I want to be a perfect man

To overcome every bad tings I meet

What I want

ST have a nice sleep could be fine

But I Suffering such every nights

I always say

How could I ever do that thing hurt so much

But I hit myself again and again

All know the past never change

The mass can kill me one or anther day

I have no ideas

I ask myself

At the very first

What a perfect man could be?

It means nothing

Nothing is perfects

I don’t know what I want but what I need

I am busy now

Time comes and gone

Whatever you want

Prepare for it before tomorrow is too late

___________________________________ By 四万/2012/10/14