A tutor is within me
To disciple my heart to his course
In this world full of conformists
\"Drop Something\"
It\'s a kind of a seed
Perhaps a thought
On fine moist soil
Its roots will anchor
Problems never misses opportunities
To cross oceans I can swim
But why not drop Something?
Ofcourse a cruise ship
It\'s a doubt
Sometimes a ridicule
Often in solitude corners
Then invention
A grave has to swallow you empty
Plunder the realms of dead
\"Drop Something\" before your departure
Lest a generation has to suffer
The future never comes
Only golden moments we have now
You only grow in present times
\"Drop Something\"
@franc