bestir,obsecrate...

lurking around the boundaries of thoughts,
i find myself lost.
To the power of cash,
to the limitations of unhappiness.
Things ain't going well,
i hate myself.
I'm lost in so many aspects,
like spilled water,
unretrievable.

Save up again,
i plan to charge.
Running everywhere,
i failed.
clueless is a road with too much intersections.

Acquisiting my wonerland.
Re-evaluating my time.
Juggling thoughts among romance,
persevering the loneliness.

up i am,
now i think.
the song links,
i blink,
wake up and run back.
i fetch my freesom and joy.

My smile will evolve,
i try to harbour confidence.
again if i fail,
i have nothing.

i wan my tears to mark up.

Fruition.







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