its not beacause of me or bacause of u its this because that we are for we have to be a cause of .. told me the little boy i show him a fingure and he holds it delightly we stall below the tree then he's busy i am too the sky is soo clear the leaves so young the soft grass is caressing my ears and thumb he loves lonley parks and i too but now there are too many things... i dont know...somehow from one hotel to next check in check out every where is home ever was one i doubt "...so what are u doing ?" i, i, just some profession and stuff "..is it quite easy or is it tough?" its like-all-are-doing..its like playing a bluff but its making me money its taking me up ".. so is it like poems is it like play?" ..no its like school-work like mama use to say "... so u have friends and teachers and ground?" ya we have callagues, bosses and clouns "..then it must be fun and glory and style?" not exactly but that might come for a while ".. why does it take soo much time of urs?" i give it so that u dont eat my head any more .. "...u sell a part of ur life, so u must be getting some in return it would be like friendship and people you earn, make a difference to some life and they to you hence forth??" its money..its time.. its ..its worth.. !!!