everybody is doing their own thing everybody is holding onto somebody some places still remain unvisited there are places, to which we have never been places we have felt - yet, not seen so be there for me take me to those places the end of one phase is just the start of another i miss my mother not my father so take me out when i am in everybody is a star in their own way living fame in someone's life places are in our minds so tonight, just be tonight i do not know whoever i have been here now for some time i have been through the stormy weather now it is places that seem fine places that make us feel better
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 