Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
Disease often comes with a smiling face.
Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.