Someday,
If someday is our future,
Then let memories be a venture,
A vast distance that awaits to
be explored,
But filled with thorns and
hardships endured.
But I’ll give the world if
clocks can run backwards,
I’ll trade a mountain of
diamonds if I can jump forward,
Time is relative they say,
But when will the relative
begin to sway,
Sway a bit closer – to me.
A little bug once taught me,
That indulging in the past and
you’ll get agony,
But I thought that’s what we
call history,
The history that said can set
us free,
Free from the mistakes that we
commit,
Free from the solemness that
will soon summits,
Until there is no peak higher,
Until there is no taller
skyscraper,
Until our misery engulf us,
with all the fear that we shiver,
Till our last puff of breather.
But time is still relative,
Even if we look at every single
damn perspective,
The Happy will take it for
granted,
While the Depressed is sitting
in the dark – brokenhearted,
Cursing every living things
ever lived,
Cursing every thought that
could be relieved,
Damning every sunlight that
ever shone,
Being the Medusa and turn every rainbows into stone,
Mad at the moonlight cause the
night was so dark,
Sinking the ship even before it
embarks.
So, this writing is not a
sympathy cry,
Just a reminder from a bird
that cannot fly,
When joy come knocking on your
door,
With allness let it marinate
your life from the start,
But just don’t forget the sad
and poor,
And the one with the broken heart.
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