Knocked my hands into the table.
Tripped myself over a
Bruises and scratch marks all over the places.
Like troop return from the war
Since when I let clumsy defines me?
Thinking all night long..
What kind of person am I really?
The Undefinable Number One
Far away from home,
In a search mission of me within me,
Every move I make,
Knowing It could be a mistake,
When I am lost in nowhere,
Loosing sense, loosing me,
Who to judge and who can blame.
Looking for a right word to define river in me.
The same old song plays in different place,
To see those black and white pieces dance,
Reminds me of who I were once upon a time,
How I wish I can go back in time when I were twelve.
When I hear you whisper,
What is life?
Where is future?
Why and how can't you not see?
Being FREE is unique,
Like fashion always repeat itself in a cyclical nature,
Let the undefinable continue,
For you are always my fine number #1
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