Monday, October 17, 2011

Wishing

Wishing someone would be the fire in this empty furnance
the ember of the cold coals
the flashpoint
It was never easy to understand someone like me
someone delved within the deepness of open eyes
that we cannot get what we wanted always
nor can we assume the reality
or take things for granted
The harp played mellifluously in the silence of the night
I sat and pondered of the confusion that any man
would bear in different circumstances
in a terrarium
shaken but still standing
I guess it's quite tedious and ambiguous
but it's like lifting up an invisible weight
that's why maybe i'm in the back seat, prefers to be on the back
it's better
no more rashness kev, no more hastiness
always let your mind work not always what you feel
mmmmmm.
abandon hunches for reason

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