Edge

I see a door ahead
I don't know how far
There must be a light somewhere
That I should discover
I must be dead on on my bed of wind
Or what......
There's no grass on the field 
except blood
As far as the wind blows 
Under the shabby trees
I see nothing but blankness.

I know in my life,
There's so mush colour, so much rhyme.
But far behind the music
There always some qwestions:
Who am I? Where am I?
Under the sky so fade!
Deep deep inside my heart
I know I have the answer
Which I dont dare to know
Because I cannot ask myself honestly.
Because I know if ever I know the answers 
I can never be happy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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