At first, I was afraid to make things,
For my mind was tied with strings,
Covered with dark clouds a storm brings,
And nega thoughts that burdened birds’ wings.
The leader appointed me to be free,
Managing the whole so that I can see
How to make groups of the same degree,
Giving the best as one, two, and three.
Seasons change from time to time,
People make things in a different rhyme;
Some aims to reach the tried prime,
But soon almost all involve in crime.
My body existed so unsure,
Thinking life to be too pure;
Hidden in a place quite obscure,
A patient who greatly needs a cure.
I never forget
The memories in the past that I get;
Moments remain in the mindset,
When happiness and sadness have met.