Oh, look at this,
Another piece of technology.
I wander what they can do with it...

Where all the money goes?!
In some under-ground river it flows,
From the pockets of the blinds whom have no brain
To the hands of the wickeds that understand
How to make the mub, down to it all,
To buy everything in exchange of its soul.

And what about the love?!
Well...
Love can kill you and love can heal,
Love is every thing but a thrill.
We all know that in the end
You cannot call your wife your friend,
Because you rushed into the altar,
When you thought  the feeling was real,
And you noticed only later
That the young you had marryied a thrill.
Love is not just a ride in a plane,
Love is lying on the goldan plain.

And me?
One day I will wake up...