2007年9月7日 星期五

The Night

the night,
when no one else's awake,
you alone,
staring at the sky,
looking at the shining light,
it's the stars,
where's the moon been?
it came as the cloud moved,
wandering and wandering,
searching for a song
suitable for the night,
it wasn't cool neither it's warm.
your mind is blank
but deep inside
you're thinking about something,
your life, your path, your future, your friends, your family...
your everything...
the things that you'd done,
was it worth of value, of every sacrifices made?
is it a waste of money
your parents given you so far?
deep down inside
you answered yes it was a waste,
you're not as good as expected.
you always wanted to give the best
you wants everyone around
to be happy, joyful,
but why in exchange
you tried, you failed,
again and again...
times by times,
you did something you regret,
you told yourself not to regret,
you did and you stood up and tried again.
now that in the silent night
you felt you're tired,
aged and used up,
deep down inside you
you wanted to run away,
from this so cruel society,
so called reality.
you wanted to give up everything,
everything that you have now.
you want to go
for you beloved dreams,
you desires, the real you.
but you stuck in the way round,
you sat on the hill,
all you can do
is to look at the night sky.
until the daybreak,
you may jump from the hill,
to the very hell below.
but you walked away,
cowardly and weakly,
you pushed yourself
to face the very reality,
till the day
that even you yourself don't know
when is your limits,
your time to go.

2007年9月3日 星期一

The Singing Soull

life's just like a song,
the music starts since the day of born,
it started from a wordless intro,
continues, reaching its pitch,
lowered its key till the reach,
to be the best song of their own life.
ever since the cries began,
the journey begins;
guided, trained, taught
to be good, to be successfully composed
the song of your life.
it could be the punk, rock, pop
or even sentimental,
all up to choose.
would it be enjoyable
to sing of the song of life?
decide for it,
to be a cheers, down,
the historical, or even a emotional diary.
sometimes,
there'll be the resonance of sounds(voices),
of the songs, of which
who walks the same path
somehow,
the music will fades someday,
the soull sings till the very ends of life,
until the very dim light fades away on dusk,
will the song remain historically?
or the singing soull,
will it be in remembrance?