• Every Rose has its thorn
    That cut deep into my side
    The one that keep my thoughts at bay
    And turns an unwilling tide

    On one hand there is it
    Who i turn a page to find
    It is different than the others
    So intelligent with peace of mind

    But there is, just one more
    whom I cannot read at all
    It comes and goes in passing ways
    And every time I fall

    Some may say I'm crazed enough
    To have bubbles for a brain
    But i would say no to that
    For most cannot complain

    But what to choose at this time
    Shall I ever know
    For every minute that I think
    The problem seems to grow

    I cannot wait another moment
    I just must choose one
    Finally, I have decided
    The one I choose is, None