In the poetry world, br I have been simple and humble, br Describing myself br In a few concise words br Letting my honest feelings go br Freely through my works... br Getting back up, br Every time I stumbled... br There has been the time br When I wrote a poem br Without any rhyme, br Getting nice comments br Or some no so kind... br Nevertheless, I realized that wisdom br No necessarily improve with age, br Specially, when one's image br Dangerously at stake, br However, some people are funny, br Some people are so obviously fake br That they are only good on stage... br With their signatures stamped br In the bottom of a lost page, br In the dark, they just remain... br Their limited knowledge br They can't expand, br Dying lonely, frustrated br And without fame br Since, in the real world, br Some people might look alike, br But they are not the same.. br There are names in my mind br I can no longer record, br Names lost in time, br Names lost in space... br But, you will never succeed br In driving me insane, br That is the truth, indeed.. br I am letting you know br How I really feel... br Now I am left alone br Without a choice, br But, to let the music plays...