Poem
Hear my soul speak,
Spontaneous indeed;
The past is already fixed,
The future I can't predict.
The mystery unfolds,
As the future holds;
I remember the past,
While the present collapse.
Time is simply the fourth dimension,
And moving on a constant direction;
Can it be reversible in motion?
As the 2nd law of thermodynamics.
Love is not seen in bare eyes,
But inside the heart and mind;
As one of the famous lines,
That love is indeed blind.
