We have imagined the world
beyond these curtains and proven...
..."Life" is a palindrome.
Snakes are killing worms,
without knowing
victory can only be seen by two naked eyes.
Somehow, we were born to die.
The sun has been covered with heavy clouds
which define the ocean to be dark,
the wind helps our boat we sail
yet the breeze is now singing melancholy.
The rainbows are not always colorful
if we choose to walk through
these vacuous and winding roads
for each regret travels always after the dead-ends;
and these wraiths inside our heads
forbid us to notice that
the morning dew suddenly taste sour
and seconds immediately turned to hours.
Perhaps, we, humans, have never learnt
to count the time we wasted.
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
We have imagined the world
beyond these curtains and proven...
..."Life" is a palindrome.
Snakes are killing worms,
without knowing
victory can only be seen by two naked eyes.
Somehow, we were born to die.
The sun has been covered with heavy clouds
which define the ocean to be dark,
the wind helps our boat we sail
yet the breeze is now singing melancholy.
The rainbows are not always colorful
if we choose to walk through
these vacuous and winding roads
for each regret travels always after the dead-ends;
and these wraiths inside our heads
forbid us to notice that
the morning dew suddenly taste sour
and seconds immediately turned to hours.
Perhaps, we, humans, have never learnt
to count the time we wasted.
© 2011
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