Hello again boys & girls, ladies & gents, men & women,
If I could actually have some of your time & moment,
I have return from a long voyage with another story to tell,
Of how people are searching for themselves along their own rails,
And about me coming back from where I fell as well.
For years everyone has been searching who they really are,
Tattoos, body piercing, cussing & smoking like a superstar,
People get them to stand out so they can be different,
A reason of in a search of their identity self,
They abandon their childhood soul on a shelf.
Despite the fame & fortune they receive along the way,
Once in awhile they’ll feel something missing in their life,
Was it happiness or love? Well there’s no definite answer I say,
Because a berzillion people can have a berzillion different answers,
Thus they can also be a berzillion different trump cards to play.
For eight years I’ve always felt there was something missing,
At random times I would be loathing in depression over nothing,
Simply drawing random black & white pictures unconsciously,
I actually never thought that it could be made into a story,
Before I knew I have already paint out a pair of trilogies.
With new images popping out every semester,
I wonder how long I will be putting the pieces together,
I guess it won’t end so soon so it’ll probably go on forever,
Forever in my mind & soul these arts I will treasure.
At the eighth year there was the eighth note,
Like a glass I broke down like the shattered dragonfly,
It felt like the end of the world with no goodbyes,
I got slapped really hard and I only had two options,
Which is either to grow new wings or let my heart be frozen,
Little did I know that these wings were from the shelf,
Covered in dust I felt happy & disappointed at myself,
Happy that I finally found what was missing all this time,
Disappointed that I refuse to nurture it & make it shine.
This year my direction course is slowly changing,
Where am I going? I don’t know…my God is steering,
Chilling at the backseat depending on Him to do the driving,
So boys & girls, ladies & gents, men & women,
I guess this is all I have to say,
I got to go now because I have a game to play,
Thanks for reading & have a nice day.
If I could actually have some of your time & moment,
I have return from a long voyage with another story to tell,
Of how people are searching for themselves along their own rails,
And about me coming back from where I fell as well.
For years everyone has been searching who they really are,
Tattoos, body piercing, cussing & smoking like a superstar,
People get them to stand out so they can be different,
A reason of in a search of their identity self,
They abandon their childhood soul on a shelf.
Despite the fame & fortune they receive along the way,
Once in awhile they’ll feel something missing in their life,
Was it happiness or love? Well there’s no definite answer I say,
Because a berzillion people can have a berzillion different answers,
Thus they can also be a berzillion different trump cards to play.
For eight years I’ve always felt there was something missing,
At random times I would be loathing in depression over nothing,
Simply drawing random black & white pictures unconsciously,
I actually never thought that it could be made into a story,
Before I knew I have already paint out a pair of trilogies.
With new images popping out every semester,
I wonder how long I will be putting the pieces together,
I guess it won’t end so soon so it’ll probably go on forever,
Forever in my mind & soul these arts I will treasure.
At the eighth year there was the eighth note,
Like a glass I broke down like the shattered dragonfly,
It felt like the end of the world with no goodbyes,
I got slapped really hard and I only had two options,
Which is either to grow new wings or let my heart be frozen,
Little did I know that these wings were from the shelf,
Covered in dust I felt happy & disappointed at myself,
Happy that I finally found what was missing all this time,
Disappointed that I refuse to nurture it & make it shine.
This year my direction course is slowly changing,
Where am I going? I don’t know…my God is steering,
Chilling at the backseat depending on Him to do the driving,
So boys & girls, ladies & gents, men & women,
I guess this is all I have to say,
I got to go now because I have a game to play,
Thanks for reading & have a nice day.
