Friday, August 3, 2007

Poem: No aim

They said this world is the stage and our acts are just a performance

We can accept what’s coming and live it by chance

Or seek the solution for all the problems and live it by choice

Just chase the dreams, whether be in grief or rejoice

Fortune is just the previous life’s phenomenon

No, it’s manifestation of this life what we’ve done

Searching and discovering the source of lights

Done dirty and cheap still trying to reach for heights.

Talking to myself, having dialogue inside

Missing the better half as usual by my side

Picture myself in the world of my own

Now it’s bringing to my life what I’ve sown

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