This is not a poem
Or a song that would amuse you
This is me speaking out
Shall we have a little talk?

About the day
About the night
About the clouds
About the sky

About a person
We know we loved
About a thing
We like to have


To hear what you thought
To listen to what you hate
To see with your own eyes
To feel your own storms

Every word is a world
Every sentence, a system
Every paragraph, a galaxy
Every book, a universe

This is to express my thought
My anger, my grief,my anxiety
My love, my hope, my faith.
This word that worth a thousand pictures

An illustration, a sketch
Of the world behind the palace
The palace of the mind
The mind of the temple

If my thoughts were drained
And my heart left empty
If my soul can't speak
Tell me, how do you feel again?

Shattered to pieces
Mended to be whole again
By my loving Dad

Time was a childhood friend
Whom I played with carelessly
Anxiety was not our guest
Stress was not our game

Then Time is my worst enemy
Whom I tried to cope up with
Anxiety became my friend
Stress became my work

Then I realized
Years became months
Months became days
Days became hours
Hours became minutes
Minutes became seconds
And seconds doesn't matter no more

Once we're caught in slow dance
I took a step with every beat
Now, I was chasing after Time
I took a charge with every leap

I know I'll meet Time again
In the final song of the final dance
In the final beat of the final breath
Together we knew our final dream

That Eternity might be our Destiny

The day might pass
And end with none
Should I ask myself
Did I try my best?

Somehow it's a yes
But I think it's not
I'm afraid what I did
Was do my worst

I lay my head back
On a month old pillow
A dream scented sheet
With a doubt in mind

Maybe tomorrow?
Maybe another day?
I strived to be better,
Then I forgot to be good.

She went on her way
A letter on her hand
Headed straight she was
She's focused on the bin

She stand there staring
The letter on her hand
Second thoughts it was
But the purpose remain

She tossed it with a slide
The letter on her hand
It was falling like a rock
Then it hit like a splash

She went on her way
Headed straight on
She's focused elsewhere
With the letter in the bin