May 2015
Sparrows twittering in the eaves of my rooftop
The leaves slowly falling from the tree
And I yonder through the hills;
Patches of blue sky illuminate my eyes
The nostalgia of yesterday ringing in the back of my head
Afflicted my soul as I weep tumultuously
I am ill from my own desolation
with no elixir to pour and fill the heart
The years has come, and I came to realize
that I pay no heed to life
Looking back, where freedom was born,
until it was locked
O' bless my soul
so when I close my eyes, I'll feel the bliss
I must soar, but my wings are broken
I am awake, but my feelings are vague
My existence was dulled and faded with the wind
I descend from agony and fear
Contemplating;
the torture of tangled memory
and a riot mind
The leaves slowly falling from the tree
And I yonder through the hills;
Patches of blue sky illuminate my eyes
The nostalgia of yesterday ringing in the back of my head
Afflicted my soul as I weep tumultuously
I am ill from my own desolation
with no elixir to pour and fill the heart
The years has come, and I came to realize
that I pay no heed to life
Looking back, where freedom was born,
until it was locked
O' bless my soul
so when I close my eyes, I'll feel the bliss
I must soar, but my wings are broken
I am awake, but my feelings are vague
My existence was dulled and faded with the wind
I descend from agony and fear
Contemplating;
the torture of tangled memory
and a riot mind
Think about your old self, sitting on a rocking chair outside the porch, watching the picturesque meadow, contemplating your youth life back then. The things you didn't do, the chances you didn't take. This is for the young people who should enjoy their life today. Be free, do what you want to do, no buts, no fears or even face your fear, because in the end, there's this thing called 'regret' :) So yasss, just do it! ❤️
