When we seek we find where the life lies, one flower lives a drought then another cleans the mound. Clean the mess you made before things turn to chaos, chaos to adept at being selfish, from selfish to meaningless. One cleans one cares, and one dares for pain. All we seek is what we want, for what is found we shall respect. Dont be selfish or else the lie lay between the twigs that finds your hands...
