Try
Mart 9th, 2006
A wild free rider in the warm and desert hot,
This is the perfect place for man to hideout,
Escaping from problems knowing that nobody is proud,
Everyone is still looking for their best shot.
Words are cheap, words come and go,
Sentences may not always mean something, so,
Do not assume that you are one post modern Plato,
You were supposed to change, long, long time ago.
Imagine a place full of anger, full of hate,
You can not be there, you musn’t, it is not fate,
Even if, you can’t do nothing but evaporate,
Now, this is tranquil, quiet, peaceful and great.
Give it a chance, give it another try,
You don’t need to lose, you don’t need to cry,
Your body, your soul is waiting for you, this time,
All you have to do is make your mind fly.
- Burak Bakay
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