Your old body probably with a young soul
We're not so different you and me,
perhaps,
as I think I start to know how it feels,
clinging to the glory of the fountain of youth.
Yet what should be imparted wisdom doesn't come naturally,
it doesn't come certainly,
certainly doesn't come through your disapproving glances,
or through your continuous effort to invalidate the youngers.
Probably we're not so different you and me,
as I think I start to know the temptation,
the temptation of void self glorification,
a route I think created by the pestering need of self validation,
Yet I don't think I'd choose what you choose,
as much I would think I'm capable of,
I'd choose to learn,
rather than opposing the newborns

Romance is when you sit by me,
and not saying anything,
when your presence is enough,
when your warmth fills my thoughts,
comforting, and understanding,
Romance is when our minds meet,
through the voice that is silence,
stringed together tightly with mutual trust,
Romance is not the roses you bought me,
or found in your passionate kisses,
although the thoughts really do count,
and I'm more than flattered,
and sincerely grateful to you,
and will forever try to reciprocate the same,
to express, in the hope that you will understand,
should that be your way to understand,...
But in all honesty,...
I found,...
nothing is more romantic,
than when you share your solitude with me,
when we share our utter solitudes,
together

Oh, the price to pay to be slightly different!
To slightly walk towards a different direction from the crowd
How weary it is to go slightly against conformity!
How dreary it is to go along with conformity!
The conformance that often confines one's own creativity
The solitude that goes along in breaking free
Stemming from general envy
Of a life run free

Whatever bad day I have,
Somehow after I meet you,
I'd lean to forget,...

Every night,
You'd wash them away,
Like the wave,
To the sands on the shore,

You,
To my memory...
Somehow, you ease...
You distance...

The days when I lose you are the worst days ever
You'd be cruel to keep with you the ruddiness out from me
And I'd walk like a failing zombie
Failing from my own self, running for cover

Seems like I need you...
Seems like I'd need to love you...
O Sleep...

and then you recluse...

to a side of you i'm not invited to
to a part of you i have no presence in

pars pro toto
you took bits of me that you dislike
totem pro parte
and blame other parts of me based on the faux whole 'me' that you created

when you think you need it
when you feel you need to stand your ground

using 'me'
against me

as you choose to exclude yourself from the picture...

everything in this life comes with an expiry date
most are far shorter than life itself

what are we without governing principles and morals
but mere primal

marry a cow!
we're all the same!

what's the point of winning
you're losing the millisecond you react to share your hurting feelings

i wish we can talk...
or wave goodbye in plain grassy field...
or probably, ... sit solemnly side by side in acknowledgment...

as the genesis of our days is long past...
as there never was needed any conclusion