will it ever be as b4..
will it ever write again
can the mind ever work as it was..
can it be good to others..as what it shud have been..
things to be wondered as life is not mine to spent as it is..
the head..comes the eyes and jaws
the hands..comes in wrists and fingers..
the chest, brings in the lungs and heart..
the legs..comes what once used to cycle across the countryside..
will it ever..
ever able to move as it was before..again..