I do not have the guts to see kids grow up helpless,
 from wonders to vain.
 I do not have the guts to see beauty fade to oldness,
 with a heart fill by defintion than to be excused from
space and rooms of virgins.
 I do not have the guts to get to know further from
ugliness,
 its lines of complicity and wrinkles of laws and ghosts.
 I do not have the guts to speak as the Christ,
 in time of begining to end is a particle of plan to expect
the unexpect.
 My gut is to live God's desire  before God give me another
breath.