The year is numbered
But I can\'t remember the
last surprise I had.
Guess it\'s only on your death day.
I know I\'m blessed
I\'ve seen the reality of foes around me.
And I\'m a commodity to do away with when used finish. Despite being human.
I\'ve soaked them
And I\'ve re-difine them
I\'ve dried them
And I\'m ready to wear them
Them: clothes.
Like clothes,
I got my emotions stacked up
In my drawer.
Suitable for any inconveniences
But somehow sometimes
I forget to take my tie along
As to choke any truth from escaping.
Like clothes,
I wear my emotions
Sad clothes when I\'m down.
Specialties for ceremony 🎑
Of the dead: Confused.
Mask off to reality
I\'m riding on the edge of a cliff.
Noon times I smile and give hope
To my peers and, behave normal.
Nights: I\'m hanging on
I sit and talk to myself.
Scream at the clouds
Laugh at myself for what\'s wrong
Correct myself based on self conscious.
Then............
I shut down to escape this block of reality.
Took the pills of dreams to relive the moments. And chuckle.
Somehow smile appears on my chin
Waking up, first t
hing in mind
\"Another day, huh? Well......\"