Europa's Space Of Poetry

What is my deal? I’m providing all good energy, yet, to others, the price of it is a steal!

Am I too nice, too lenient? Do you think it’s fair, even though I’m obedient?

Give me a moment – I’m talking to myself; you know what they say, “that’s not good for your health.”

Well, what I do? Why is there silence, will the answers I receive from my questions be of any use?

I can’t stress it enough! We are here to be used for good works; one shouldn’t abuse, because one is a jerk.

Going outside of the lines isn’t a feature I hold, and it’s a habit I choose not to break.

I’m opposed to repeating any of my mistakes.

It’s intriguing to watch one actually have the guts; it devours my stomach with disgust.

I can’t stress these things enough!

Being of use in good works was the only thing expected of us.

Continue to be useful, not useless; don’t stand in the way of another’s shot – be humble, your character is all you got!

Shower me with mercy so that grace flow when I speak…

Europa