Travelling at a speed
as if for a moment part of my life got fast forward.
Like racing against time,
and I missed it by that many moments.
They come and go, some stay but
never too long.
They see me. I do too.
But they won't ever get me.
Me neither.
We're in it together,we make our presence known.
Yet, there's a very loud silence.

MJ's "They don't care about us" takes me back
into my world.
I'm thinking, perhaps, we don't care about us.

I'm looking out, walls of black.
Darkness.
I'd imagine kissing you.
Under the influence of my favorite redbull *****.
Grins.

The screeching sounds
erased that momentary thought.

I look away from walls of black.
I see you.
I thought, maybe I'd like to be you.
How would you talk?
What do you feel?
What do you think?

The rumbling sound of the doors,
as if telling the person at the other end to slow down.
Shifted attention, again.

They enter, like sardine packed.
As if my phobia wasn't already bad.
I can't breathe.
I might not make it to the next stop.
I might faint and like living dead,
grab hold of the handles and turn away.
On their seats just doze off.
And I'm there gasping for my inhaler.

The other side of the door opens.
I made it to that stop.

Empty spaces, empty seats.
There's you, you , you and you.
I'm running from this end to the other.
I'm laughing without a care.
You look at me and think I'm weird.
I look at you and roll my eyes.
I feel the wind gushes through.
I'm running almost the speed it's going.
For once I feel happy, again.
Like that child I'd lost while growing up.

It stops.
I look around from where I'd been standing.
I alighted.
The many doors shuts behind me.
Against the walls of black it left.

The eyes are blind they tell me,
look with your heart.
What's most important is invisible,
when you look with your heart.

Of painful sights, of verbal brutality,
look with your heart.
Of jealousy, of broken vows,
look with your heart.

Of fallen faith, of hunches,
look with your heart.
Of doubts, of disbelief,
look with your heart.

Sometimes, you don't need to see a hand
to know you're safe.
Sometimes, you don't have to work it out
to show you have faith.
Sometimes, you don't need the words
to express your love.
Sometimes, you don't need to see
to know there's God above.

What's important is invisible.
Look with your heart.

On the other side of the line
It's ringing.
The words runs in your head.
Connected.
She hears him.
She goes mum.

On the other side of the line
She tells you, be strong.
You don't say a word.
But you know you appreciate.

On the other side of the line
Call waiting.
She gets paranoid.
He picks up.
She's a monster.

On the other side of the line
It's ringing.
Still ringing.
She tries to reach over.
Disconnected.

On the other side of the line
He presses you to say what's on your mind.
You try.
But the words won't come out.
You cry.
Good night.

On the other side of the line
She knows it's too much.
She knows you're lost.
She knows you've lost.

On the other side of the line
She tells you everything right down to the bottom of her soul.
She tells you if she could stop feeling anything at all.
Crying.
She tells you.
You wouldn't know it.
Cause the line's been dead all these while.

On the other side of the line.

I'd write you a song
if I could fit a melody as beautiful as you.
An almost love song
to keep you and I in tune.
I'd sing you the words
the ones that sings from within.
I'd find the voice
that expresses its meaning the song would bring.
I'd make it better,that much more romantic
with the piano and sax.
I'd strum it **** along with a guitar,
a song you won't forget.
I'd put it in notes on a score,
to let it play on and on.
I'd play it on the radio,
to tell them our love song.

People will be people,
I see them all around.
They seem to have a role to play,
to encourage,to command,to judge or put you down.
You think you're better than them,
they think they're way up there.
You have that much to say,
they think they're way too good to care.

I say, people will be people,
they play their role so well.
It's as if they have all the time
to judge you even for awhile.
As if they couldn't bear the good,
that's befalling over you.
They'll tell you,
"Oh, I've been there,done that, nothing new."

Well,that's why people will be people,
each soul for their own.
You'd imagine why this world's together apart,
perhaps our action's been condone.
We pretend with hands united,
but really, are we one?
We people will be people,
it cannot be undone.

I was hidden from the colours,
that had painted rainbows in your life.
My world was filled with black and grey,
of your dull world through my eyes.
You tell me how pretty they look,
of red,blue,yellow,green and wide.
They sound almost as magnificent,
but I only know them from how you'd described.
Something happened one fateful day.
Of your dull world,
through my black and grey.
For once,in my entire life,
I saw that rainbow in my dull world.
Of red,blue,yellow,green and wide,
I saw colours from you in my dull world.
But the ugly truth didn't take long
to reveal its true colours to me.
Of all the colours you've been,
I wonder how true you could be.
Your rainbow started fading away.
And you slowly fade away from my world
of black and grey.
My eyes sees not of colours,nor rainbows
and magnificent things you've described.
For once the colours it saw,
was of sadness and otherwise.
And now in my world of black and grey,
I see things so much genuine.
For through my eyes in black and grey,
I shun away from the colours in disguise.

A certain melancholic feel to it all.
I only wish I didn't feel this small.
I find myself waking up
from this fragment of my imagination.
Is it real, is it pretend,
is it a mere delusion?
I like it there,my dreams,
it's much more real.
It's fiction, perhaps based on a lie
but it's something I can deal.
I wake up to reality,
they tell me, I'm mad.
To be dreaming of the impossible,
is that I can't handle reality's facts.
But why dream of the possible(s),
when you are reachable to the impossible(s)?
Do you doubt, are you afraid
because reality tells you it's unreasonable?
So I keep finding myself
falling into wonderland.
Is it real or is it pretend?