Often life is so believable that one assumes the absolute ruler of his times, and what is happening in our heads, and we’re carried in a fantasy that we might reject the verdict.

But the secret is, that life rotates and pushes us. we might stop for a moment and ask ourselves where are we and what is the verdict? What's come over me?
Eagle in the sky makes me think of my wheels avarice. “What verdict will come now?”

Should I name all sentences? Black as his songs make me go put the horse that leads you to know that we Myriad panther;
Everyone should have a name that I can call what comes over me and thank and complaining sound.

"Destiny" invisible forest that rules over our lives?

MATIN ABEDI