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It’s hard to climb uphill. So easy to plummet down.
Ten thousand people living together doesn’t make up a town.
Be not like a locomotive. It’s path already laid.
Pick up a pencil to draw the path that you’ll take.

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Ever seen a bird that has lost it's will to fly?
Not that it can't. It doesn't want to try.
Ever seen a blind man who, in spite of his flaw,
Has seen the world and it's beauty a lot more than you saw?

And Little Olivia Looks Up At Me

And little Olivia looks up at me.
She’s hiding behind that tree.
And I am her favorite playmate
‘Cause with her I completely relate
And understand and enjoy a lot,
Her crazy dreams and crazy thoughts.
And she lets me hold her hand
'Cause she knows I won’t pull her back.
Instead be a guiding light.
The endless sky and a lonely kite.
And she asks me to go with her,
Untie that knot and accompany her
To that land where rest is motion.
A single drop of water is the whole ocean.
And now she’s gone, far away.
No. Not dead. Just far away.
But all this while I couldn’t see
That she’s the person I want to be.

How Lucky is that Wonderful Lot

How lucky is that wonderful lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot
Less memories thus less regrets.
Less losing battles within their heads.

Why can’t I throw them all outside?
Memories stuck inside a helpless mind.
Less memories thus less regrets.
Forgot it all and you moved ahead.

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Dark clouds gliding into view.
It's gonna start raining soon.
The raindrops will mock me again
While crashing down to earth.
It's funny when I see the irony.
They fall in pieces and then merge
As they touch the ground, while I just
Fell and shattered into pieces.

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To give away something
As precious as one’s heart.
To give it away completely
Is such a foolish start.

And yet I did, the fool that I am.
To a lovely being out there.
And blinded by love you couldn’t
Give it proper care.

And so I had to walk away
It’s self-preservation, you see?
My heart needed time to repair
And with you there constantly
Right beside me, holding me,
It would’ve been too hard.
As hard as finding a single hair
On a paper that’s pitch dark.

I blame you not for anything.
You musn’t feel so bad.
Every story has an ending.
And our one was sad.

The Picture of a Baby Seal

I can’t look. Oh! I can’t see
A baby seal’s misery.
They kill ‘em all so ruthlessly.
The humans with no humanity.
I close my eyes, cover my head.
I chose not to see the fur turn red.
It closes it’s eyes, lowers it’s head.
I open mine. The baby seal’s dead.

Consequences of a Water Color "Disaster"

A narrow road, a neon light
A lonely wind that pass me by
I close my eyes another time
I think I’ve seen enough.

A little pigeon with a broken wing
I so want to but I cannot sing
Is all this what it seems to be
Or is it just a bluff?

And now I’m happy ‘cause I cannot see
What it is. What it’s meant to be.
You’ll never know what this means to me.
A disaster or beauty.

Colours with no transparency
Are not so bad as you can see
A self-proclaimed mystery
Unfolds in front of me.

Twin Leaves

From the window of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

I don’t know the name of it.

So what? It’s still a tree.

And those are still leaves.

Unique in shape, singular in colour,

But leaves nonetheless.

They rise from the same source,

Same limb.

Yet face different sides,

See different worlds.

One east, the other west.

Oh! If they were not so stubborn

So as to not to turn,

They would have seen a different world,

No less in beauty,

Before autumn came.

For when autumn comes, they go.

Twin they are but never see each other.

Because they face different sides,

Live in different worlds.

From the windows of my room

On the third floor,

I can see a pair of twin leaves

On a branch of a tree.

Like morning and night they seem to me.

Together forever, forever apart.

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I wake up every morning, half-expecting to see you beside me. But in all honestly knowing, that we don't don't share that mattress anymore. And then I wish that I'd slept a little longer...
It's not the end of the world. But it's the end of the world as I've known it. You are so beautiful. But so selfish. But even then my wasted heart manages to find a reason to love you. I have to attend another of those bugging social gatherings tomorrow. You know how much I hate them. Earlier, I at least had you had my company. But like everything else, you've taken that away from me. Do you really think that a bunch of photo albums is a good enough replacement? And now I'm left playing the numbers game, trying to convince myself that it was a long enough run-all the while, failing miserably.
I'm sitting here, on the rooftop with my cup of coffee in my hand, while's your is beside me, getting cold all the time, everytime.
I better go down now. Loads of work to do for your funeral tomorrow. But I sure wish you were here to at least lend a helping hand.