another me in solitude...
As thoughts seem to be in a labyrinth
Seeking for dreams from a work
And make it dwell
Or maintain this hopeless aspirations?
I was lost and gone already
augur of the weak beating of my heart
Will i dig the grave of my dreams?
will i pluck the spell of hopes?
What move i feel?
I would be forlorn
For dreams were fellows making me live.
The moan echoing forever in my ears,
Regrets that i would loom for every minute
yet, what can i do?
But to lavish them all
What can soothe my bleeding soul?
Reaching what is unreachable
And again and again
This starts from a blink
Stumbling to find the answer
When will the forbid dear earth reach the sky?