poem:( well i cudnt think of a title....umm..read through though)

HISTORIES WRITTEN, TITANS PRODUCED
ALL ACHEIVEMENTS TO A FONT ARE REDUCED
WITH BLOOMING OF A FLOWER, WITLING IS THERE
BUT DEALTH DOES NOT STOP LIFE ANYWHERE

ILLUSIONS ARE LOVED, REALITY ABONDENED
BY THE TIDES OF TIME CORE OF LIFE HARDENED
BUT MAN COMES BACK FROM WHERE HE BEGINS
TRYING TO CROSS THE OCEANS OF TOMORROW BEATING HIS FINS

PEARLS OF KNOWELDGE YET HE ACHIEVES
BUT BY WAVES OF PEACE YET HE IS DECIEVED
THERE IS A BOLSHIE OF HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD HE LIVES
BUT SEASONS AND HAPPINESS LIFE TO HIM NEVER GIVE

LIKE A HAUNTING SPIRIT HE ROAMS FOR PEACE
MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS FROM HIS LIFE DO CEASE
FOR THE BLISS OF HAPPINESS HIS HEART CRAVES
BUT HE IS SWEPT INTO PROBLEMS, BY THE LIFE WAVES

STRUGGLING TO COME OUT, BUT TO PROBLEMS LIFE DOES HIM SEND
IN ACHIEVING THE UNDESPISED HIS LIFE ENDS
HIS LIFE AND ACHEIVEMENT ARE REDUCED TO A MERE STOCK OF SAND
AND SOME OTHER FILLS HIS PLACE IN THE LIFE'S COLOUR BAND