Saturday, April 18, 2009,
fly
my hopes,
my desires,
i lost them as i embarked on this never-ending journey.
Expectations,
are what keeps me moving on,
but i lost myself.
Dreams,
I use to have,
but were shattered by inferiority.
I was surrounded by this concrete jungle,
as the world changes,
i went along, relenting.
I've lost the battle,
a battle i've struggled.
In return, i lost what i've been searching for,
and not realising they are just there.
Imperfections, they say,
are what makes perfections.
Yes, i agree,
for i was blinded by imperfections,
that i fail to see perfections.
reaching out, touching the velvet sky
flying away, to a town where no one knows what i am
this must be the only way to spare the agony.
fly away
11:30 PM