Ellias Anderson C.A ( Known as captain A)

(Iran, Islamic republic of)

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Who am I? Who can I be?
Where am I? Where can I be?
This question ….it can be!
Hour pass….the life is going
Wake your head up….your Time's passing
In the name of vanity, break the time
And don't aim to no one!
You want to find the way
But loose the chances
You want to find your self
In the blank of an eye
That's the strategy of the lie But
When you chase it, it goes further
When you want it has gone!
The object is not find able
These tragedies are able
Your personality is hidden in you...
Just take a look at your view!
It says hi to you!
Wait and go with vanity..then your object will be with you.
And if you want to find it soon...
Plodding in the night and noon!

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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