I answered and murdered by my own.
I cheated myself on the myths of,
From ancients to formers.
Being wild to deputed,
I travelled so far, that
When I look after forgottens,
I laugh and admire my success..
But, is that much true…. What I thought?
I proudly said yes!I am.
A small finger point at me,
Trough the bottom of my heart and,
I dismissed it’s hearing.
That is what I am doing from a long time.
I know that, somewhere somewhat I am cheating on me….
I modified the definition of being developed,
I replaced the word as I convenient.
To hide the truths behind the myths.
I pretended several times with a smile on my face…
Admitting that what I am doing is the only trend.
I refused to mess with presence,
I stop even to understand the differences,
Between being developed and undeveloped,
I changed the meanings of both words.
Development measures the physical state of our life style not that was related to intellectual.
Undeveloped means only being not earning much to satisfy desired life style.
Is it not so?
I admitted yes!
Money is first and last thing to do with all others.
Perhaps! I am right but my heart rebel brain.
It still points a finger….
That I lacking the development of
State of my mind,
I still behind to except the changes,
Related to socialism, religion and morality.
And it’s true… when I talks about these I fell stuck….
And my heart runs away from my brain… Being developed to less developed…