Life is like a very beautiful song.
It’s so wrong when I lost purpose to sing.
I start to see where I can belong
But it’s not strong to keep me breathing.
I dreamed of flying in first class,
Sipped from glass with diamond embedded.
I dreamed of summer houses; one in vast
Orchards; another with oceanic surrounding.
Why they seem not important anymore?
All day long, I watched sun dazzling.
Am I wrecked, dead, or just bored?
How to restore a power of living?
And at night, I cannot sleep peacefully
As I hope to hear guided lullaby plays freely.
Those life nightmares from the scariest stories
Can’t compete this moment silence of eternity.