light and hope amidst chaosClinging on the vines of our past
Stalking quietly as the minute passed
Crimson dew beneath the baker's grave
With your breath withdrew, I claim, I crave.
Lucid tears from heaven, fell
Drought stopped it, burnt like hell
Leaving me with nothing but anxiety
"Oh God, why not get me out of this calamity?"
Lightning streaks brighten the gloomy night
Causing me panic, shock, worry and fright
Alas! I know that His answer is right
'cause we, people, are blinded by the untruthful "light"
Yet the gran'ry starts to crumble
With nothing else to do but to mumble
When hope is lost; just, withered
And the dream I dreamed, inevitably gone and faded.
Or is it?
Out of the Box
I am stuck here. Alone. Isolated from the raucous world.
Silently staring through the cracks and aberration of the wall.
Imagining things out of those irregularities. I am wondering why the hell
I am trapped inside this box. In the first place, I don't want to be here.
I wanted to be free. Emancipate from this nothingness. But this
boundless world is highly capricious, very fickle. No one knows
what will happen. At some point, you will feel that you had reached the pinnacle
of your damned life and the next thing you'll know,
you're back again from where it all started
I incessantly believe that all of these will end. Whether
it will just be one of those ordinary endings or maybe, a miraculously cool finale.
I am looking forward to the latter. Because I always wanted to be different. That's it.
The more I think about being unusual, the more I get excited. Look
being unique in every way possible is grand. It is awesome!
But, guess what?