It's amazing the times | Best Poetry

It's amazing the times

Remembering is also a form of forgetfulness

We really like the profession

To demolish their own houses

I wish we ever had luck

Grumbling in the luxury office

The sky is silent forever

I also don't move my lips anymore

Do you know now your cup of navel?

I'm not addicted

This beast is fond of

Bite your lips

I'm so sorry for myself

No more trying yourself

What can I say to save lives?

There is a danger of death

This is a hell of a place

Or there is no God to come

Life is an art to the moments

To lose in your own way