May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, oh she

Crush your Enemy Totally

All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely. (Sometimes they have learned this the hard way.) If one ember is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders, a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation: The enemy will recover, and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.


I only wanna be the man
to give you everything I can
every day and every night
love you for all my life.
I don’t wanna change the world
as long as you’re my girl
it’s more than enough,
just to be the man you love.

Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky

You can die from someone else’s misery – emotional states are as infectious as disease. You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster. The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you. Associate with the happy and fortunate instead.

Paradox of Our Times

We live in bigger houses but have smaller families
We have more conveniences but less time
We have more degrees, but less common sense
More knowledge, but less judgement
More Experts, yet more problems.
We multiplied our possessions, and reduced our values
We have higher income, but lower morals
We talk too much, love too little and lie too often
We learnt how to make a living, but not a life
We added years to life, but not life to years
We conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We have split the atom, but not our prejudice
Where are we going next?

The Day After Yesterday

We wish we know what is in store
Though that would be a bore
A journey, not a destination
We race for the rise of nations
In face of many onslaughts
How we stood and fought
My peers i left them by
For they want to fly
Rooted to the ground i am
Play it again, Sam
Simple truths always show
What we already know
If this is how it should be
Then go ahead, set me free
For lest i be accused of jest
I wash my hands off this mess
Age plus four we shall see
What fogs we have been
For everything has a price to pay
That’s all i have to say