The flowers are returning to its former glory,
As the birds are singing at the top of their lungs.
Spring has arrived and the beauty of nature,
Definitely captures the eyes of its beholder.
Despite its beauty; the candle on my desk
Has intrigued me the most.
Because when I look at the smoke,
I get jealous because it simply cease to exist.
Every single second of my existence,
I always want to go home, even when I am already here.
My brain has put a handcuff on me,
And nothing feels comfortable anymore.
Everywhere I go feels like,
There are thousands strings blocking my path.
Climbing up a stairs feels like I have achieved,
Ascending the tallest mountain in the world.
The wax on the candle is running out,
And I can barely smell the scent anymore.
Soon the flames will be extinguished,
And I wonder when my life will also
