Life...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Life,
had it ever meant a thing.
the days that passed,
my studying class,
questions that send me to think.
as each days pass,
i tend to reminisce about the pass,
my sins,the good things i did.
well it was never a feat.
if only i can turn back time.
alas life is never perfect.
lies will never be correct,
a mistake might just,
be the thing you did last.
as i sat there,
ever wondering stare.
i thought of life.
as just a passage.
which death inevitable as it is,
a very resounding message.
the religion i preach.
the lessons my teacher teach.
always meant a thing or two,
but i always felt it never be fully true.
but! i am not an atheist,a non-believer
then there was the urge.
to end the pain
but as the feeling surge
it made me think whether it will be a gain.
ha! suicide is neva a choice thought i.
Life sucks.
a phrase that came to me.
but then again.
have i ever seen other worlds then this.
death is never related to free..
as i end this poem,
i look back up to see if all makes sense,
nono it didnt cos me a single pence
but it did make me stronger.
to believe life will never be stranger.
nor will it be longer.
wahh..thanks to shamira..she still has this...haha..this poem i wrote last year i think..lol..its authentic..thats why its rubbish..lol
" ..it's all about you now.. "
