FRAGMENTS

SECLUSION

Staring blankly

Seeing darkness

From the corner

Of the secluded tree

I finally understood

The essence of a companion

I should have called up

Someone to borrow his ears

Yet everyone was to his oblivion state

I’d rather sit and wait

Just like old days

If only I made choices

Precisely the way I imagined

Then now I’ll be somewhere else

Singing a melody

And cradled by a Prince,

Who sings the tunes for me.

REVERIE

I maybe small, I maybe plain

But all else I knew are from deep within

I am scarred and raw

Yet wanted to start anew.

I stumbled into a dark filthy alley

Struggled to free from the shame and mockery

I stood up, craning my neck high

No one could tell if I was just hiding a cry.

I walked passed a busy street

Wearing a stiletto of confidence

I smiled timidly and I nodded just once

I was shielded with a fake self-assurance.

If only I didn’t fall back

And consumed all the dust

If only I regarded myself high

And didn’t just blinked and sigh.

I maybe small

But I am not plain

I fight back now

Yet I am still cowardice.

Blinded at a standstill

But I’ll stand on my ground

I’ll be fighting my way out

From the harshness of where’ve I been.

Yet if only I can free myself

From the restrain of uncertainty

If only I can put the world inside my hand

And let butterflies dance to be free.

If only, I can open these eyes to the truth

If only, I can use my mouth to speak

If only, I am capable to fight just like what I’ve thought

But I can not, I am just a delusion.