The 25th Year Conclusion

The untold story of the secret,
It was meant to never to be said,
But to those whom are greedy enough,
Impatient to know the fully future,
As if there were no tomorrow for them to wait,
The endless of road they have took,
And so they sighed upon the sickness of living,
What one did not know and grab it all,
Is the beauty of breathing and just to be alive.

Aye,
I have the eye, the face, the hand, the body and almost perfect,
Just like you i have the same,
Yet still i am unable to see,
What greed that conquer your heart,
Whereas you could not see what i see,
Of being thankful that is fully forgotten,
Just when the time your place has been taken,
Only then and if it is only then,
That you ought to see the people around you a little bit wider.

It is part of the untold story,
The one that they would not hear,
And so they are wrong to never have said it,
But what of the countless telling and reminder,
Disaster bits by many broke for many many years,
Thus why is it none would said so,
As much as the telling and the hinting,
I can never accept their ignorance,
It was shown to them and will be more,
This is my 25th years and i will see to it all.