My Eleven

{Ever wishes that they could go back to a certain moment and live it forever. As it held so much joy and smiles with no angoy or despair. yet we know there is more to come and fortunes that we need to endure the destiny to reach, but i would have gladly had my time ended then and there, but for now all i can do is write of my despairs, as i can not live them out, as i need to live with a smile, and inspire and muse others}


Lets return,
To a time, when happiness
Was effortless

A Time,
When troubles, were mysterious
Strangers

Lets stop,
As we recognize pain, and die
Before we endure

Eleven,
A time, before the final hour
Where it all ends

7 February 2006
Noaf