it seems like everything i pop by,
it always seem like goodbye.
all i can do is sigh,
and maybe sit back down and cry.
it's too exaggerated to say that i'm going to die,
but the words roll out as easily as we spell pie.
all we can do is try and try,
overdose of sugar to get high.
worrying and thinking during those sleepless nights,
we really have to put up a fight,
to take the plunge and come out in flight,
to fly towards the light.
but looking at my pathetic plight,
i dunno how long i can last,
but i will fight, that's a must.
i'm feeliing poetic today-.-
that was totally lame..
i wanted to go emo, that seems like the trend nowadays
my lj is dead, and i havent been here in ages
i guess, not my topmost priority to vent my frustrations in cyberspace.
i'm not too good with words as i always say,
to say the wrong thing, there'd be a price to pay.
i dunno what's going through my mind lately...
my life is stagnant, so pale
the control is slipping past my fingers, like air, not within my grasps
all i can do is take it in, and blow it out the next.
since everything is mostly in chinese, to keep it bilingual,
i will be the english-contributor
seeing everyone so tired lately, i really want to be able to
motivate everyone else, to do the best i can.
but i do not know if i can motivate even myself.
i'm not the smartest person, neither am i anywhere near that word S-M-A-R-T
someone out there is always telling me not to think too much,
you know who you are,
that you will be the one to handle everything else, to bear the brunt of everything
but no one is able to hold out on their own
one must learn that no matter what happens, someone will be there to share that burden
i want to be that person if you'll let me
seeing one emo, i dunno what to say,
the mind processes things in varied ways, but my mind
seems to be able to take only one pathway: turn behind
but i'm pushing myself, to not take that option
but my muscles are tearing, i've got to stop the swearing
time is not an entitlement
it is a privelege.
we can always ask for more time,
but it doesn't mean we'll get it.
24 hours a day may not be enough,
but 24 hours for a third world child seems like eternity
i shan't complain anymore,
hit me if i do
whack me if i do
slap me out of my trance
and pump me with the strength
to start off again
bye.
