life is a strange wild goose chase
when everything is done with so much haste
and yet, we try to compete within our own pace
notwithstanding all the external forces in our space
oh my, we move, we move, we move,
meandering around, wondering whats our next move,
we guess, we calculate, we forsee, we pre-empt,
with much hindsight, we still fail to rightly attempt.
in all the closed chambers of my heart,
i hear, i see, i feel, i sense,
all the unknowns, like having the feelers,
to really grasp the real sensation
whatever the sensation responds,
its only me who only can digest,
its only me who really understand,
what i truely yearn for.
i rest the day, thinking of what had passed through my clock,
only to know that its just another ordinary day,
nothing superior, nothing inferior,
nothing extraordinary, very mundane...
looking forward to what tomorow brings me,
hopefully a radiant bright new day,
a new spring of ray on a new beginning of the week,
with dashes of spring, happiness, new beginning.
see you , new beginning, as i peddle on this new blog page
