A gruesome road, a pleasant ride, obviously
The sound of an absent, nostalgic memory
Fill the daily empty space, lying next to me
A running nose, a blowing past, definitely
The voices of that stranger dwelling within me
We human beings all belong to somebody
Two halves of souls once not able to meet on time
A sonnet now waiting for the late poet to rhyme
The mirage of the treasure sitting on his throne
That shakes the earth, quaking on my side
The earth quaking in my mind
Feeling a presence though alone
Why not reply, why not reply
To one’s death at dawn
A cunning fate, a bitter grin, ambivalent
Full hopes one day the sun will set in the Orient
True reason to lose your mind, not sufficient.
A foolish dream, unconscious sleep, irrelevant
The beats of my cycling paces, look impatient
Pierce the boundaries splitting our continents
Two halves of souls once not able to meet on time
A sonnet now waiting for the late poet to rhyme
The precious jewel is standing in the light
That leaves me sleepwalking on his side
And sleepwalking in his mind
Sound so odd but seems so right
Why not survive, why not survive
One’s death tonight |
