[b] The night is here again
everything like a replay
we face the next day...
Most times event are always the same
the sun comes up and shine...
We go through our usually boring
routine
the time never stops working..

But some things will never be the same...
This night i imagined a boy standing at this same dreaded gate...
Yesterday...his mother called him
and refereshened him, and told him he is going to be the best
if he forget the pest
he has in his nest
and today..
he is seen as the best
among the rest

but that was imagination...
Many great things are in this nation
but i know a story
if true i cannot say
if false i cant say
since i was told without pay...
A man stood at this gate and promised to be good
he made sure he does not give an high look.
In his brain he kept all his book,
not giving a single look
at the bait of ladies' hook;
of those who wanted him as a tool
or some to enjoy his male-tool
some wanted to play him as a fool,
many for his look,
some are dying for his brain is good....
But he never acknowledged them
not even their skirt,
not their hot legs,
which can raise the feeling of the dead.
Rather he focused on the future sketched,
but as life will have it,
he happened to be at this gate when a lady pass by.
And of her, he dreamt...
Most things vanish from his head
but she never left...

At the gate he must have knelt(
because i still see the legs
and the knee where he wept)
for him to tell her we've met..


And so they met at that same gate
where the ground was wet...
He told her,because of her,
he would get wealth.
Everything, he meant.
And everywhere he went
her picture will appear in his head...
And his smile he gives to the wallet
which i'm sure ,her picture, he must have kept...

She told him one day she had to leave him because she has been force to.

yesterday.as she was going at the gate of tomorrow
some men made her white as snow
they told her they all her affairs,they know...
That the guy she follows
is who they must not see her with
as they are making her ready for their 'Kapo'...

And she made him mad
just as sleep is doing to my eyeball...
You have passed through the gate of tomorrow and might not see what i wrote in the first page because it was never there...
I will finish it at the gate of tomorrow...[/b]