My Thought

My heart arises and develops eyes Just as a channel that sees with two sides Feeling the present and reliving the gone The present presents pungent and angst in yawn Offbeat of honey and peace in purse. A drop of tears rushes down my cheek Claiming to deny my classic I hold back with the standard I can Just to show my quality of being a man Even though the life is not at its peak. Since the positives of life are what I won't abstain All that'd gone will be regain There is not joy without a sorrow The broad roads were once narrow I believe the joy will come again.