Martzz

Mama I really want to throw those books away. No school anymore it will only make me wait. I don't care writer, waiter, maybe just a tramp. Mountains won't crumble to me, the desert is a place to be. There you'll find yourself at ease, and "Sail me!" are yelling the seas. Travels are the only things that something worth, after all. As you can hear the river sings "Get off now your plastic bowl".