FINDING ENLIGHTMENT

THE QUETONS IN MY MIND IS LIKE A GUM TO A MEMORABLE PEICE OF WOOD 
I DON'T KNOW WHYMYSELF IS HURTING ME AND IT  THE TIME OF HIM WHO MAKES ME MY ENVY
T STILL REMEMBER THAT DAY OF WINE WITH MY DEATHLOST IN THE WOODS OF PROBLEMS WHERE THE SUN OF HOPE IS NOT ABLE TO ENLIGHT MY PATH
THE ADDICTION OF HABBIT IS QUITE NORMAL FOR YOU BUT
NOT FOR ME 
THESE ADDICTION OF  RUBBISH THINGS IS POURING THE WATER IN THIS FALLING TREE
AS REMEMBERANCE MY DESIRE TO FALL OFF A MOUNTAIN MAY COME CLOSE 
TO MARK ME WITH THAT POINT WHERE SILENCE DISCLOUSE 
ENDLY EVRYONE THINK THAT I AM NORMAL BUT THATS NOT TRUE
I AM IN A PLACE WHERE MY SOUL BEGS TO COMES OUT BUT A CHAIN OF EMOTIONS ALWAYS COME ALONG AND MAKE ME A BUSY PEICE OF World