Afterwards
A wise friend once asked me,When Will the windmill of judgment stop ,
And finally tell us what will they say,
They become ,once you do that?
And what will be the last question, if ever time stopped....?
And said,
Whisper what you do not want, But gladly take what they throw..
A twist in your faith in what you can, will brace itself whenever you fall..
So If you open your hand, and close it
You are holding what your soul means from the beginning..
What a very calm mood, so serious in depth..
It's as if it was told by another..
But When did i just said that?
There you will know, if you are who you think you know who yourself is..
So i finally realize
I'm finally grown up,Even the though the sadness just takes me alive..
and with The flashes of light that just teases me,
Sometimes i just feel like tears want to fall, but there's none
I can't , I'm already settled with my thoughts,
No more, nothing less, i did take part, but i got swept in the end..
Then the autumn breeze gently touches my skin,
As a supportive pillar in my life helps me be..
Then when time came, and let the ungrateful that let their sorrow embrace me
So many words, but just , phrases in my head, that lets me go on, despite this moment...
"sigh"
But when i finally earned what wisdom really means,a part
where i learned to respect myself as one..
And have the knowledge to tell what oneself really means..
But i'm Just a sad face facing life with , No voice, No sound
Just a motion of a collapsing time line, just caught in a lonely walk..
I just take a deep breath and let my slumber awaken,
Let myself free, but I'm written , scripted in my destiny..
But It's not the reason that you want to be..
Then it's not all about what lies ahead..
Then you realize that you have already gained respect,
You know it's over, But looking back still proves me wrong..
But it's about the person you become afterwards..
What you can say to them, In the way when you felt the change.
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