of all the joy i have in this world
or all the horrid things that make me hurl

of all the personal wars I fought
or the love and peace that I sought

of all the insanity that i can scream
or the lucid dreams that i can dream

of all the promises i can make
or the little pinkies i can break

Of all the crazy fears that I dread
or the thoughts that stir in my head

of all the footsteps I've taken
or the pot holes I've mistaken

of all those who i left behind
or those with friendships that bind

of all the loud noises that make me tense
or the moments alone spent in silence

of all the sunsets that ends my day
or the glowing nights that pave my way

of all the beauty life sings
or the destructions it brings

of all the soils I've walked
or of the strangers I've talked

of all the mountains I've soared
or the travelled oceans that roared

of all the breathes I've saved
or the mean words that I gave

of all the deaths I've seen
or the new births of beings

Of all the love I can inflict
or the hatred that makes you sick

of all the people I've befriended
or the enemies i've offended

of all the pains that I have felt
or all the blood that i have spelt

of all the tragedies life composes
or the drugs I've  taken in doses

of all the tears i can shed
or the wishes for others to lie dead

of all my heart and soul
or any other charges you may toll

of all my life stories that I can tell
nothing in this world has prepared me well

certainly not well
not well enough for you.