Ugly
Thoughts that sprout at the reflection of my own

Old
Age at the pace left me breathless and drowning

Self
Afraid of the child that is dying in me

How could I transit beautifully.
Catch up with the face that is fearful being me.
Reluctant to accept the ideal reality.

Tiptoeing
Like a thief that fears the light
Like a cat that dances through the night
Like a kid that mischievously hides from the sight

Tiptoeing
To achieve the gist of self in front of the magic mirror man

Non of the above three.
Just a mimic.

Thoughts of you left me in agitation
Perhaps just perhaps
Not far from the corner
Seedling of you were being nurtured

Keeping a friendly distance
Merely texts of best wishes
Nothing is being said
Out of the screen of messages

Yet
The nature of human
Desire the warmth of the others
To whom it may concern
Still safe guarding the tales of memories
The one who lived in imagination

The day is long
I have been waiting for your call
My anxiety grow as the hour hand goes

The time put me on halt
I'm helpless in my thoughts
Hunger for the voice of tear drops
Tiresome of this sickening call

What do you see in me
That sparks your soulless living
I'm no different from the ordinary
Maybe a little naive

I'm not a new creature from your laboratory
Or a monkey that can perform tricks that you never seen

Take off your interest on me
If your stares only directed at the characterized me

I'm no different from the ordinary
Maybe a little crazy
Maybe a little daring

Not bothered to please
The sight of you took me in disgust
I shed tear for your ugliness
Your heart was hallow out in nothingness

I would stay silent as you pleased

Wait for the you to be exposed

The fear of standing at the peak
The height is overwhelming
Relying on my shaking feet
A leap for faith

The downward falling
My soul is slipping
A thought of having a long sleep
The world is at peace

A sudden tension pulls me
A call for limit
I savor the last taste of tranquillity
Back to standing on the concrete

The notion of falling
Enhance the proximity of death
Giving up is insanely silly
Holding on is infinity