When i am home alone,
doing the choir with silence.
Breaking the bored,
is to think of my childhood.
From did not know how to read a clock,
to playing a rubiks cube.
I realize God is playing it for real.
The Satan he create to trick all to death.
People meant to be brave.
And I was just fighting with my game toys to live.
Sometimes I wonder if its real,
Each game over is another chance live my life.
It is been serenity to tolerate the noise.
For another toy for sale in the Toy store.