The Fault

So did the kindergarten years pass like every sunset we lost.  It's good to be back but what to say? People met faces they didnt know when time ran in some races in some nights on September. Starting to make a net of hopes and been taught by a star to be dazzle. We're the master of our fates, our souls, our lifes, our faiths. So, Shakespeare, teach me how to say I'm really on your side, because the fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

People grow, dont change.  But when they stop growing, they start changing.