Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to settle

Neither memories in shadow

Nor thoughts that tickle

But the morale that’s low

 

Everyday

Before stepping out the door

I always try to strive

Striving to provide laugh

Striving to pursue life

What it means to stay alive

 

Outside

 

Leaves still fly

No trails when they pass by

Until the ground where they lie

Buried in the silent roadside

 

Sounds like the story of my life

Just that I’m still in the middle of the flight

 

I can’t remember the last time I cry

My memories are kind of shy

 

Inside

 

A tune still floats among the walls through window

So old that it’s almost yellow

The reminiscence I can still follow

I just don’t seem to get over my own sorrow

 

Dear Time

If I give you some time

Will you slow down and let me rhyme?

 

Well it’s four AM in the morning

My brain doesn’t seem to be functioning

 

Perhaps I’ll just stop right here

And present it to the rest of my peers