When I was fifteen,
I first felt the butterfly
somersaulting inside,
under a summer sun of July
a fleeting moment
took chance on an empty school hallway
staring at his dark brown eyes
there was a flicker that created power
in a millisecond
That light became a balance
to a thing we called 'relationship'
In that age, the light turned into a glint
until there is nothing else to see
we were blind

When I was twenty,
my mind was abuzz
from the humming of
lectures and piles of paper in my desk
I am dosed by the entice of caffeine
and would sometimes love to
go further until I get to the end of the world
but I'm tired of going in circles
it is round

When I looked back from what I have
started they said I've changed
My reflection exhibits a portrait of bleak
I listened to the whisper,
never trusted the reverie in my head
how could something fragile become robust?
how does a person survive from a fall?
how do you keep pushing when gravity's winning?

I just see how humans could be so much more.