I wonder all the time,
Is being good or too good,
Whatever it is,
Is it good or not so good,
Huh, what's with this goodness?

Thought of but never spoken
Hushed voice losing focus
Thinking back to the words not said
The effect of those words whether good or bad
They were meant to be heard and never forgotten
Speak your truth and voice your concerns
Not many get another chance to be heard
Lift your head, face your fears, and let your conscience set you free
Speak those unspoken words...
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Why do u think it's raining,
It's Ma ganga's calling,
She's waiting for his returning,
And reminding us,
That he's gonna be leaving,
And also that he'll be coming,
The next year when it will be raining.

I don't know what I am these days...
I lay in the dark room these evenings...
Trying to understand...
If it's the rain outside...
or the sound of my dream...?
But I know one thing...
I saw last night in the mirror...
There is a mask I wear...
There is a secret I hide....
But for how long?
For how long...will they stay in a mirage?
Will they care, once they know about it?
I don't know....
Or will I become a genius at hiding?
And this secret will burn away with me...
These days I tell myself...
That may be I am not an ocean
but a puddle on the street...
I am in a maze...trying to find
the purpose of this life...
It is annoying...
Why can't I go with the flow?
Why are these thoughts questioning everything?
These days I am living more through the dreams
Like walking around that empty library...
with wooden tables and shelves...
And listening to that unknown Korean song...
Hearing voices and not moving
as I sleep in the dream...
It has been weird lately...

Is there a meaning behind everything?
Or am I just squandered?

The thoughts of settling up,
Or hang on to something,
Always goes unsettled.