Kareem Sameh


What We Think, What It Is!


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We think that the clouds carries the rain
But in fact the rain is the clouds
We think that the body carries the pain
But in fact your heart does

As soon as I get a pain, my chest compress
My nine starts to go down
I feel a great b body mess
Its so hard to feel the frown
I swear its harder than chess

Did you feel that moment before? !
When your body shout at you! ! !
He man please wait! !
Its just a fate

You can't change! !
Has a start, an end and a range

Do u remember! ! ?
When the time stole the clock!
When the bad luck started to knock
When the heart penetrated to be dead!
When the pain dated the misery on your head!

Do you remember! ?
Come on stand up and be in life a member
Don't look at the calendar

The time runs fast
The past don't last
The past had passed

And now is a gift! !
That's why its called (present)

Forget every shit
So keep it up, and go ahead

Feel your strength, your power and your heat
Feel your strong heart's beat
Always and forever remember your main seat
U r a king, from an ironic meat

Feel the power of yourself! ! !
Or live on a dirty shelf

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013

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