Barely holding on to,
Yet striving not to fall apart.
Yard by yard,
life is indeed hard.
Yet inch by inch,
It shall be a clinched.

Give them a cat face
And they'll bark you
So what then?
Curse them with a smile
For beneath you can conceal
Please do not feel
Yet one must recognize the fancy dress that covers
There could be more than just troubles
Embrace it as long as you withstand.

Make the most out of your candidness
Set it free once the Guard told you so though
The fog of wisdom is fast approaching
Learn to get rid of worth not having
But don't forget to wear your comfy sneakers then strike a pose
Anyway this is your runway show.

A stumble may prevent a fall.
Rise like the sun for every surge that's coming.
A wavering ocean won't wait for you to realize as the captain of your own ship.
Either you keep on cruisin' or follow where the cached stars are leading you.

Throughout the voyage, be reminded you're surrounded by adversities.
Your ship won't be sinking unless you let the water in.
The waves are telling you to be still, and reminding you that they just come and go.

Patiently waiting for the time when the stars can be vividly seen under the sky of dreams.
Mind setting like the sun at every end of the day.
Deep down within, I know there could always be a good thing to sustain me.

Let me focus on you.
Solely on you.
Not because they withered.
But because on top of all,
You're the one that truly matters.
Your somber death were like these unlit sunflowers,
As if they're joining the sun as it sets,
And hand over a silver lining for the next morn to come.

Ah, sunflower and sunset — these two have always been my favorites.
Both can be as bright as the sun that shines through my fingers,
As I cover my face because of dismay,
I know that even in times when I badly want to see and touch them but couldn't,
Nothing has changed.

Just because something did not turn out the way it should be, something has changed maybe,
Doesn't mean they are not what they used to be right?
Everything needs a break, everything has its end.
But for every ending is another opportunity to begin with.
And that can always be a start of something new,
something beyond what can superficially be seen.
So for this time, let me see and shout your name again..
because maybe that's just what I need, to genuinely listen.

In our lifetime, we have regrets.
Those are the things that we want to forget.
Truth be told, certain damages have been made that nothing in this world can change it,
No one and anything could mend it as if nothing really happened to be honest.
We all know that, we know that very well.
He knows it too well.

Once you have given the chance to live,
Live it out to the fullest more than life could really give.
Cliché as it may seem but never count the days,
Make each day count for real.
We will never know when He’s going to take it back,
So before it’s too late, let’s be sure how to get our knees on track.
Bend it if that will help to endure the pain,
Stretch it if that will ease the pain.
Pain within or beneath,
Death could cause either of both ways.

There could be times that we might think of it as the easiest way to escape,
But in reality, it could only make us suffer as we try to conceal it.
Ironic but as some of us think of it as gateway,
Some are indisputably afraid of what it could bring to one’s stay here.
Lots of people too are finding it hard to accept death as it should be,
But we can always have it the other way around, perchance.
We call it being infinite despite our limits,
In this realm which probably has given us predestined deadlines.

But one should take note that nothing could be really permanent with one’s temperament,
Nevertheless, we could always have the choice to outcast our shadows as we live.
We just have to believe,
And nothing but only believe.
Believe that anyone of us could be infinite,
And we can only do that as long as we recognize its paradoxical relationship with the so called ending, death.

Each and every one would be facing death when it found its impeccable way to end,
But if we believe that we can be more of what we are actually could be and did something that we won’t regret,
Then there is nothing greater than what we have come to be from the very first minute of our life until death.
Despite knowing that nothing in this world would really last,
Infinity is within every one of us and that’s for a fact.

As long as we live disregarding the thought that death could anytime hit us,
We can be and do anything as if death wouldn’t find its way to beat us.
Moreover, overcoming regrets would be seamless,
And nothing or anyone could trip us.
To live as if you will die tomorrow,
And learn as if you will live forever.
This is the paradox of life,
Death and infinite could be both fulfilled once we find our own understanding of serenity.
In peace, our hearts will be pleased,
What is more, He will be glad to witness it.

Rivers are flowing within.
Swollen tip has been toughly aching,
Numbness seems to be dominating
Yet continuously finding the headwaters of river,
Running through, flowing permeably.

Grasping as it wonders when it will be truly found,
Crying out heart’s true deepest desires. Trudging up a steep trail,
Freudian slips as tongue’s weeping,
On other hand, thrusting the tip of one’s iceberg.

Apparently consumed over its power
But giving such soothing impalpable warmth of a lover.
Lying on seabed of embers,
Head over heels, asking:
Am I wandering in a milky dream again
Or is it just the caffeine that rushes through me at the moment?

Before it tastes like a savory.
But for some reason, it started to taste as what it’s supposed to be.
Sweet, creamy and lovely in every bite.

It was never my favorite in coffee shops.
It was never that tasty enough.
I couldn’t even imagine finishing a piece of this pastry.

I wonder what caused this sudden change of flavor.
I wonder why I have this urge to save it for later.
Perhaps, it was the person who gave and made it taste better.