prudent

believing time will come,
learning the art of waiting.

its probably the best thing ever,
so i need to shower in some patience.

drawing different expressions on the wall.
i start to dwell and discipline.
ignorance to this very unsensitive world.

when i swallow my breathe of unhappiness,
i doubtfully believe, or chose to be.
i tell myself to not to bake out envy,
to cook the unfairness that brought fall to my character.

i'm enjoying the hectic life,
and i hope...ends will meet, and i'll smile to sleep.





yc