I Found myself washing my hair all over again as I forgot if I already did
Sleeping is so expensive to engage, oh! Snore I so missed you
Unacquainted with hunger, not a bit
One single song keeps playing in my ears for decades
Ended up with a pulled hair out of distress
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
Got gained but ever determined to lose more than I did
Enthusiasm for life is decreasing
Suicidal, astray thoughts overbearing
Not to mention the domineering self-defense out of fear of nothingness
And then my deceiving so-called love affair have gone nowhere
And then I lost track of time -- I am getting old
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
It is exactly 1301days today from leaving home
Still can see the shadows of their waving, loving hands
Still occupied with the “over and done”
Wish I could be like before… Innocent and truthful
Now everything seems to have malice and skepticism
And I have doubt in everyone, everything
And my growth went inactive, quiet and stationary
And my desire for potato diminished along with misery
And my reasoning faculties are reacting later than the happening
And then I get tired of my then habitual leisure
And the used-to-be simple pleasures have gone off the track
And then I didn’t notice… I am long forgotten
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
A singer in guitar makes me feel relinquished from monotony every time
So I thank him for the distraction or say… diversion from dullness
Hence still thankful for this simple-perfect-delightful-temporary seventh-heaven
I was thinking if there is still in store for me to look forward to
And I was thinking if I could still be feeling the same contentment when I was ignorant
And here comes the self-realization that knowing lots of bits and pieces will lead you to zero tendencies
And here I am now, so equipped, so in prime but unsettled and locked to my old soul
And then I felt sorrow… and I felt pain… and desperate…
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
One day, somewhere, somehow, I will just be reading this as part of my own history
And these pessimistic propensities will cease to exist
And then the winks and blinks and snapshots of the grays and blues will just be fragment of the beyond
And then sensing the life and its wonders will not be so tricky and strenuous and complicated any longer
And so, I will find countless reasons to celebrate.
Sleeping is so expensive to engage, oh! Snore I so missed you
Unacquainted with hunger, not a bit
One single song keeps playing in my ears for decades
Ended up with a pulled hair out of distress
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
Got gained but ever determined to lose more than I did
Enthusiasm for life is decreasing
Suicidal, astray thoughts overbearing
Not to mention the domineering self-defense out of fear of nothingness
And then my deceiving so-called love affair have gone nowhere
And then I lost track of time -- I am getting old
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
It is exactly 1301days today from leaving home
Still can see the shadows of their waving, loving hands
Still occupied with the “over and done”
Wish I could be like before… Innocent and truthful
Now everything seems to have malice and skepticism
And I have doubt in everyone, everything
And my growth went inactive, quiet and stationary
And my desire for potato diminished along with misery
And my reasoning faculties are reacting later than the happening
And then I get tired of my then habitual leisure
And the used-to-be simple pleasures have gone off the track
And then I didn’t notice… I am long forgotten
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
A singer in guitar makes me feel relinquished from monotony every time
So I thank him for the distraction or say… diversion from dullness
Hence still thankful for this simple-perfect-delightful-temporary seventh-heaven
I was thinking if there is still in store for me to look forward to
And I was thinking if I could still be feeling the same contentment when I was ignorant
And here comes the self-realization that knowing lots of bits and pieces will lead you to zero tendencies
And here I am now, so equipped, so in prime but unsettled and locked to my old soul
And then I felt sorrow… and I felt pain… and desperate…
And so, I see no cause to celebrate.
One day, somewhere, somehow, I will just be reading this as part of my own history
And these pessimistic propensities will cease to exist
And then the winks and blinks and snapshots of the grays and blues will just be fragment of the beyond
And then sensing the life and its wonders will not be so tricky and strenuous and complicated any longer
And so, I will find countless reasons to celebrate.
Happy Birthday to me.
27 Aug 2011
