Hollow

The lips trap into spasm

When face to face with my ego

'Cos I tried to smile.

I watched the beauty of light

Of the colorful neon restaurant.

Real restaurant and it's image upon the lake.

The later is my preferred.

What difference with life !!!

Bitter reality and Romantic imaginary . . . . .

Sometimes, I fly

I fly during riding the car

During singing a song

During meditation

Yeah, I do fly.

But at last, I just reach the place I've been.

Escape is not that easy word to spell.

How many days I've been humming that rhymes,

What have embedded underneath the songs,

The way I've been running after you,

You will never know.

Ask me !

I'll say, "It's Ok."

Stop there ! as usual !

And lets rewind the past, shall we ?

Just like my teenage years,

What I can’t get is what I really want . . .

I'm desperately sick of using words.

Why can't you understand just with the mind?

Again,

"Let by gone. Be by gone."

(BS)