Thursday 1 September 2011

stalking after-effect

Why God created north and south,
if we're supposed to walk side by side?
The stones scattering on the street,
we used to kick em up away like little kid.
If our path has really been cleared,
now tell me why we become this weird?
Words hanging like sword against my mouth,
yet I never had the chance to spill them all right.


To the moonless night sky I demand :
please take me to the place where your future will stand...

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