Going back Home

I tried to stay awake all the night,
when I drove tha van through the track,
whiteness of snow blurring my sight,
so much even it's wiped out the mark.

I heard songs my mind recite,
will I make the journey back,
cause my eyes look some place to look at,
blinking in order like all the books on the rack.

Suddenly I saw you in my thought,
for a moment, my mind wandering around,
thinking all possibilities that I sought,
for good to better or bad to worst I can found.

Somehow I feel silly, but that who I am really,
but from all of the possibilities that should have be,
why those images crossed the place I shouldn't see,
distracting my soul and mind which already empty.

Flash of light opened my eye, freshed my mind,
erasing the dreams which shouldn't have come,
so I forced myself again to tie the bind,
connecting the road to the place I called home.

More or less of me for you

If you see me clearly I don't have anything to hide,
when you talked to me, you'll know that I don't know anything,
this is something I cannot denied,
and it is not something worth proving

But if you think that I'm just an empty space,
I'll make sure that you're wrong,
If you think again that I'm an ace,
I think you still wrong.

I'm not everyone nor special person,
not a super man without a clue,
but ordinary people who look up to the sun,
I'm just me, who always watch you.

Always....

The dark side of me

Every morning, sunlight shine through the glasses,
never once I wake up because of it,
My eyes are used to see the darkness,
and I was blind because of that.

I remember songs from my childhood,
songs which my mother always sing to me,
now I cannot hear them anymore,
they only exist in my mind.

I see no more, I hear no more,
probably I am also speak no more,
but I am not disable or so,
I just refuse to do so.

I do this not because I am smart or something,
I do this probably because I am a fool
I do this not because I am proud or anything
I do this probably because I am afraid of everything.

God gives us life, human beings so we can roam the world,
fill the empty space with hope and joy,
He is very Merciful and Compassionate,
yet, there were time in my life I ask questions,

Why am I here?
What is my purpose in this life?
What is the meaning of life itself?
How am I suppose to live this life?

Time who always by my side help me no more,
High noon is nearly come,
yet so many things I do not know,
One thing that I understand now is,
The more I think of them the more confuse I am.

booms2x,
Stormy dawn near cold peak of a mountain.
May, 2002

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