the things i have seen don't seem real,but still the world need to be healed. people busy on their guest to find whats best laid to rest the things that made us best. life is no longer a pleasure but a contest judged by people with flaws. new rules new laws,what's the task i ask?. no answer just a mask hanging on the wall with the reflection of a hour glass, is the sands running into the future or are heading in the past. they seek to make themselves better but often fail,in the quest for for tune many end by death or in jail. life is no longer a plesure but, quest for the holy grail, of satisfaction. the journey of man and their unquenchable thirst for knowledge, cause pain to themselves only to regret what they have gain. is life so bountiful that they can't live with pain? or are they just dropplets, like rain in the bucket of pain. in my eyes none is more beautiful than the peace,we seek to gain.