I sit here in this room of mine,
while my hands pour in the feelings,
i wish to write on the walls,
so i could see what i want is for real,
dreams comes only for once,
leaves some pieces when awaken,
illusion of course,
or maybe true in the near future.
This life has many things to offer,
some which i don't need,
one is sadness of course,
and the other is being too much free,
coz freedom's a choice sometimes,
and i'm happy with what i've got,
with all these words running in my thoughts, i keep painting it on the walls.
The corners aren't so dark sometimes,
it has it's own light, to see one must believe,
that nothing is true,
but everything is permitted...
Knowledge in the books,
quotes and great sayings,
words words and words,
it won't end as long as you wish to take...
So life has many things to offer,
some i wish are happiness and love,
but as i walk down this lane,
i find these in the person who loves me like insane...
