The Email has been warning Since then I have tow choices One is to ignore The other is to know Where is it from? Who has written it? What has been written? Now making my mind up To check it up or not I let it go to find it out The place the page goes to It’s just a box …the box of emails In my point of view The graveyard of words Has been dead since no one has understand them Sine on one touched them So it’s the world of mine … Perhaps the box of the dying worlds I am unsure of carrying on Reading on or living on So it doesn’t make any difference Or so it does make the difference That’s to be or not That‘s me him or her I don’t know How did it happen? To receive an Email An old friend An ad...A business mail and so on Thousand sorts of Email Is there one email to carry an E-dream? I don’t think so Cause I am clicking on Opening the pages May it contain the message? Of breaking the relationship up Making up Waking up Taking all down You are asking what, why So am I No alterative choice When it comes to it When it has done Oh turning it out Started characterizing As man has the short memory What exits? Just the surreal world Escaping from reality it was set up no email, no world