Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Sorry, I must go

Seeing flowers in the garden
But no more today
As they fade like drilled peanuts.

Smelling fragrance of tasteful manner
But that was yesterday
As they wished me to stay away

Walking on a carpet of castle-gold
But my body laid down stricking
As it is untouchable

I will see a flower behind the hill
I will smell precious fragrance down the valley
I will hug everything I can touch

Eventhough it is not the best of all
But it is the greatest achievement of all

A small world of my own and only
Where I can tip-off reality
Non of I have got in time
Which do nothing but piss me off!

I've traveled so far, I've been tired
It's time to go home, to place where I belong