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

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The Final Moment

I walked across the wind and looked at that crowds. So calmly. Life will never be enough just being treated alone. Man must collide and share, and that's what I meant that day. I would celebrate my presence in joy and happiness. In a colorful world that I had been waiting for such a long time. I was very sure of that, I would gonna make it!

God's diven men chance not for once. If failing in the first, wish to get it in the second or third. In fact I did fail again, and again, and again. In the crowds I did see an interesting game, a charming chats and smiles. So much hope inside me to join. To grab the most exciting dreams ever. So much more I felt strongly confident I would be the one to show off. But the real thing didn't tell me so. Still I played my own game.

In the middle of massive ovation I was completely alone, there's nobody there. If I might do, should I cry this on? I oughta know it. I loved this crowds into deep. It didn't do me, too. I was so unfortunate fool. I just hoped it never be the same again. I had been tearing myself down so many, many times.

I was often powerless against this common blast. I was really not in my strong arms. The noise still did not quite understand.

As I have been arranging for. As I have been waiting for. As I told before. Quite enough tough the game is. Pretty nasty the players are. I know it. Everything has got its own place and time. I, myself, who never got the right times and place. At least, in the moment.

I have cared about things that does not care about. It's my fault. But it's my will. For happiness everafter. For an everlasting hope. For everything. Though I've gotta lose another.

I must creep these paths surely. I've got to have much bigger guts. I must be strong. I've got the best exams so far. So I must have then the oddest crazy little thing. I know it's just a game, a game that will have a final whistle, when stadium will be empty as grave yard, when stage is covered by falling curtain. It's just the game, which soon or late will be over.

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