Reading the notes in my phone, then I stumbled to this. Well, I can’t quite remember where I was coming from when writing this Monachopsis thing. Maybe I was feeling out of place that time. Maybe I wanted something but things weren’t going as planned. Or maybe just maybe, I wanted to let go of some things in life. Whatever it is, I am quite sure I already get pass that.
Can we go back to simpler times
When our hearts go fonder to simpler things;
When we smile simply by looking at the sky;
When we walk to the same ground;
When words are just words but action speaks louder;
When we only see what’s ahead not what’s behind?
Tell me, can we go back to those times:
When life itself is worth more than pictures;
When laughter is as contagious;
When eyes sparkle to the sound of a bell;
When we distinguish good and sweet smell?
Can we go back to the times;
When daffodils grow more than buildings;
When raining means bathing;
When hurting means learning;
and kneeling means praying?
Tell me now, can we go back…
When all these simpler things seem out-of-reach;
When we realize we’re no longer a child full of dreams;
No kiss, no bliss, but dreams in a grease?
Can we still go back? Can we?
The truth is there are battles inside me A war no one knows, between sanity and insanity, values and conformity, compliance and truly living, from morning to evening. These are the things I am fighing inside. I never wantd to show up, I never wanted to rise. The bondage has chained me to the walls of insanity. When will I be free? And when will conformity unchain me?
If you ask me who I am, I might tell you my name. I am lost of this world. If you ask me a little about me, I might tell you my favorite color. I am lost with the monochrome. Am I my family’s keeper? Am I my friend’s keeper? Am I what I thought […]