Life Journal
I went looking for the sun
But frightened by the shine
The winter may have the breezy
But it gives me the feeling of being lonely
I wonder why?
You may tired of me
Words that I constantly written
Unrhymed and sometimes meaningless
The only thing that makes me feels at ease
I got tired by the straight line
It’s plain, dry and low
It seems like the world goes too slow
Tortured by infinite dreams
Like the bird that flies without destination
Everywhere he goes he’ll call it home
And strangers around him are new family
Never feels under pressure, always feel secure
I may be young in age and still learning about life
The meaning of it and what brings wisdom for me
Mistakes will be my daily activity until I had enough of it
And let’s see how far I can reach my dream
That is why I make a journal
The journal of life
Where love, hate, despair and expectation collide
In a form of words so I can understand who I really am
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