Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day

 WHAT ON MY MIND?

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

As a teenager I became unsure of  hanging onto the past
of grasping the future. For the past was sure-footed,
unselfish,
unencumbered,
magical,
mythical.
But the future was clumsy
uneven,
uncharted
and
scary.
My playground became
the real
big,
bad,
wicked,
wide,
world,
where one had to put aside the
magical,
mythical,
and
encompass the uncertainty
of the future, facing it.

  Through You

I see through you, and through you
My future still seems so blurry
I see through you, and through you
I still feel you, flowing through my veins
I see through you, and through you
My future keeps turning out so dim
I need you, to guide me into the light
I’ll feed you, with my dreams that haunt me in the night
One day I’ll see you, I’ll feel you, one day you’ll be a part of me
But for now I can’t see my future that still seems so blurry.

Melancholy Song

A melancholy song plays
reversing the future to the past
along a wasteland
of invisible dotted lines
filled with haunted pits
where no one should ever enter.
From a future full of promise
to a past full of uncertainty
where the weeping willow sways
under a mournful wind
as the melancholy song
drags the past to the future
so misery can rein again. 

So on . I got mix feelings everyday. =)