1989.

In a distant time where I could not even place a ryhme.

What all of me shivers an optimistic way of logic and reason.

There stood three titles of books pile under what bed I rise and fall,

to see a school and come back to do it all back again chores and all.

Moved from 2 years removed,

one from the motherland,

one temporarily as my mind took the toll on me.

Mythic tales of old and new came into view.

A permanent address of Folklore of ancient from and to of my view,

it resides until now I see the vision not of old, nor new, I knew it holds all points of you.