Some say yesterday a sweet memory,
but to me, yesterday is another bad dream
I want to shake off forthwith.
Although I admit today as today
because I see sun in the sky, I suppose,
today would be another day of bad dream as well at last,
and if this premise is true or can be constructed from
past experience and present, then, what can you expect
from tomorrow. Most likely, no positive outcomes.
Despite of all those negative connotations, I want to vest
some meaning to tomorrow. Perhaps, I have a belief
though with uncertainty, that everything has its end.
With ruined make-up in a timeworn suit, I roam
a street as usual to find my place to perform monodrama
and when I crack jokes considering passersby in the street
as my audiences, the jokes were thrown at the ground,
kicked and stamped by the heartless audiences and returned
to me as an empty echo.
Nonetheless, I have to accept their unkindly reception
on my jokes as if it’s proper and reply with another joke
awkwardly, though it’s painful, I swallow the result of
such treatments dilute them with tears
and follow the time that brings nothing good for me
but only ill omen.
Categories:
monodrama, lonely, sad, today,
Form: I do not know?